She Forgets Me but Remembers Her First Love

"This world in front of me is so scary, Jasper… Everyone has the same face. I can't tell them apart. I really can't…" she sobbed, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, her voice growing quieter.

"You're the only one I can recognize. What am I supposed to do from now on?"

I stood at the entrance of the living room, like a useless piece of furniture. My mind went blank as I tried to figure out where everything had gone wrong.

In the beginning, Giselle's face blindness wasn't as severe as it was now.

Even when she couldn't recognize the person sleeping beside her, she was still beautiful and came from a wealthy family. Plenty of men would die to be with her.

So, I didn't think too much about it at first. I didn't dare to.

But every time I came home, Giselle would stand on her tiptoes and trace my face with her fingertips, trying to identify me. Then, she would lean closer, press the tip of her nose against my collar, and quietly sniff.

In almost a whisper, she would say, "It's you," before burying herself against my chest.

My heart melted at that exact moment.

However, things changed when Jasper returned to the country.

At that time, he gave us a new set of personal care products. Out of consideration for their longtime friendship, I couldn't bring myself to refuse and had only used them once.

Since that day, though, Giselle couldn't recognize me anymore. Even after I threw away the entire set and switched back to my old soap, she still avoided me like the plague.

Crying, she would say, "You're not him! Where's Leslie?"

So, what really happened?

My fists tightened and loosened as I locked eyes with Jasper. He looked at me provocatively, then intertwined his fingers with Giselle's. "I'm the only person you'll ever need to recognize, Giselle."

She sobbed softly without saying a word. Honestly, I was glad she didn't because I would've dreaded hearing her say "yes".

At that moment, my phone rang. It was my captain calling. There was an emergency, and I had to rush out. In the end, I fled like a coward, like a joke.

Once I left, Giselle stayed silent for a long time. She then shook her head through her tears and pulled her hand out of Jasper's palm.

"But you're not him. You smell like him, but you're not Leslie. You're not my husband," she said. "But where is he? Why hasn't he come home and seen me after so long?"

The sly smile on Jasper's face stiffened. His expression darkened for a brief second, only to be brightened with a fake, gentle facade. "You're so devoted to him, Giselle."

He sighed, saying casually, "But does he deserve it, though? I've noticed how he's always going to the hospital lately. He was with a young woman, looking very intimate. It's no wonder he's barely home nowadays."

Giselle froze, mumbling to herself, "Is that why I can't reach him lately?"

Her eyes reddened pitifully. "Didn't he promise me he'll take care of me forever? How could he abandon me to be with someone else?"

"I know, right? And he even hired someone to lie to you. He's a jerk," Jasper added, smiling discreetly. "Giselle, why don't you go see for yourself?"