My Wife Eloped, So I Went Home and Rose AgainChapter 1

On our wedding night, my wife, Anna Lane, was urgently reassigned to a top-secret research project.

For the next five years, she never returned, contacting the family only through letters.

She said her mission was too demanding and that she carried a heavy responsibility, making it impossible to come home.

But she promised that once there was progress, she would immediately request to bring my father-in-law and me to Springfield for a grand ceremony.

Clinging to this hope, I cared for my father-in-law, who had suffered a stroke, day after day, year after year, tending to his every need.

Until one day, my father-in-law had back pain, and I took him to the hospital for physiotherapy, taking a short break to head to the cafeteria to feed him.

Just as I stepped off the elevator, I saw Anna, heavily pregnant, being supported toward me by her younger sister.

“Sister, if you hadn’t suddenly broken off your engagement and eloped with your childhood sweetheart, pretending to join a classified project, the entire family wouldn’t have had to lie to your husband for five years.”