“Sorry. I recognized the wrong person.”
Coincidentally, in the five years since my death... Whenever news about me faded, new gossip would surface.
The first year, someone said I left behind a divorce agreement, bought a ticket and left the country to marry a dark-skinned woman.
Later, in the hospital, Timothea crushed a cup with her bare hands upon hearing the news.
Before she could even recover and be discharged, she had her assistant buy a plane ticket and immediately left for the country.
Following the clues from that rumor, she searched everywhere she could, but ultimately returned empty-handed.
But from then on, whenever she heard news about the dark-skinned woman, she would frown and pay close attention.
The second year, someone said they saw me checking in at the Terria Tower while traveling abroad.
Upon hearing the news, Timothea immediately canceled an important meeting and bought a ticket to fly there, but still found nothing.
The third year, someone saw me working as a male model at a foreign club.
The fourth year, the fifth year...
Every time there was news, Timothea would be the first to rush to find me. This time, she thought it was real.