My Wife's Heart Does Not Belong To MeChapter 1
At my wife's birthday party, everyone presented lavish gifts.
When I revealed the sentimental necklace, the whole room erupted in laughter.
“Ha! Am I seeing this right? Is that a necklace made out of grass?”
“Luke, even if you're broke, buying a cheap crystal necklace from a street vendor would be better than this!”
Holding the gift, I wanted to explain that it was the very necklace she had given me when we were young, and I had kept it all these years.
But my wife slapped me across the face, ripped the gift to shreds, and told me to leave.
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“Get out!”
Naomi Collins, my wife, yelled, her anger palpable as she slapped me hard and pointed to the door. “Get out!”
I stared at the torn pieces of the grass necklace, feeling my heart shatter.
“Don’t you remember? Thirteen years ago, under the old banyan tree in Peace Village?”
I knelt and carefully gathered the fragments, holding them close.
Thirteen years ago, after my father died, I had cried beneath that banyan tree. Naomi had made me that necklace to comfort me.
Her family moved away soon after, and I thought I’d never see her again.