But the message disappeared into the void like a stone sinking into the sea.
I let out a hollow laugh.
I had loved Morgana for ten years, from the moment I first laid eyes on her, love at first sight.
Five years of quiet companionship, three years of relentless pursuit, and two years of marriage.
I had gotten used to having her in my world.
But from this moment on, I had to learn how to live without her.
When we first met, she wore a white dress, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, no trace of makeup, and her smile was the cleanest, purest thing I had ever seen.
The day she agreed to marry me, I was over the moon with joy. As I slid the ring onto her finger, I leaned in close and whispered, “For the rest of my life, it’ll all be you.”
Her smile in that moment was so sweet, so radiant, it carved itself into my memory.
Before marriage, I had cherished her like a treasure in my palm. And after marriage, nothing had changed. I still did.
She never liked showing affection in public, always saying, “Our life is between the two of us. What others envy or say doesn’t matter.”
But deep down, I knew, she had been lying.