After My Death, She Saw His True Colors

Isabella’s childhood friend, Damian, lost his memory.

He forgot everyone except her.

Isabella couldn’t resist Samantha’s, Damian’s mother, begging and began to take care of him with all her heart.

But my health was getting worse and worse and I was on the verge of death. Obviously, I was the one who needed to be taken care of.

Later, I died on the operating table in the hospital.

When Isabella found out, she went crazy.

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My wife, Isabella, didn’t come back on my 28th birthday.

I called her several times, but no one answered.

Her colleague said that she left the company before she got off work and she didn’t even punch in her card.

I thought my wife had left work early to prepare a surprise for me.

After all, she was a person who attached great importance to rituals. She would deliberately take leave to prepare for me on every birthday.

But I didn’t receive her call until 23:56 in the evening.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very tired and lonely.

“Honey, Damian had a car accident. It was quite serious; he didn’t even recognize his family members when he woke up.”

When I heard the name Damian, my heart skipped a beat.

I was not only surprised that he had an accident but more worried about Isabella.

You know, Isabella and him had had a friendship since they were young and they were each other’s first love in college.

It was only later that they separated due to some misunderstandings that she got together with me.

“Honey, do you remember what day it is today?”

I tried hard to get even the slightest care.

“What day?” Isabella heard the sound of the key unlocking the door and her tone was calm. “I’m sleeping in the house on Brosling tonight. By the way, I asked for half a month’s leave to take care of him. It’s late, go to bed.”

When I heard the busy tone coming from the phone, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Watching the time on the phone screen change from 23:59 to 00:00, I turned my head to look at the dishes on the table that had been heated twice.

I took a picture of the scene on the desk and sent it to her WhatsApp, adding a sentence: [Today is my birthday.]

There was no reply for a long time.

But Isabella had just entered the room. She was a germaphobe and could not go to bed without washing.

And she always kept her phone with her, so how could she not see the message I sent?

Did she not know how to reply?

Maybe, after all, she didn’t even explain. She really forgot my birthday.

Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and feeling the burning pain in my stomach, I was not sleepy at all.

My eyes fell on the wedding photo hanging on the wall at the end of the bed and I wrapped myself in the quilt to feel the breath of my wife.

I wanted to convince myself that I wasn’t overthinking, but she was often absent-minded recently.

The subtle changes began when Damian came back from abroad last month.

At that time, Isabella said that she was going to attend a high school reunion and it rained lightly that night.

I quickly forgot about the work in my hands and drove to pick her up.

As soon as the car stopped at the door of the hotel, I saw Damian holding an umbrella for her considerately and took out a tissue from his belt to help her wipe her wet forehead.

Isabella’s smile at that time was not fake; she was shy and happy from the inside out.

When she saw my car, the smile on her face froze for a moment. On the way back, she deliberately explained, “Husband, don’t think too much, we are just good friends now.”

Good friends?

But she had clearly begun to favor this so-called good friend.