Deep down, I had always known I had no future to speak of.
A single, thin cloud could completely swallow the crescent moon.
The rest of my life was destined to be spent in endless darkness.
Sure enough, the brief spring passed all too quickly, giving way to the scorching summer heat.
And my short, fragile daydream finally came to an end.
It was right at noon on a brutally hot day when a young woman suddenly showed up at my door.
She was quite pretty, though she lacked any real vitality.
Refined yet stiff, she looked like a cold porcelain doll.
The moment she stepped into the room, her eyes turned red, and tears began to stream silently down her face.
Without needing to ask a single question, I understood everything in an instant.
Seeing her gentle, quiet demeanor, I knew she hadn’t come here to start a fight or tear me down.
And I had no intention of clashing with her either.
She seemed like an honest, decent person who simply followed the rules.
Tears flowing, she reached out and gently took my hand.
“He lied to both of us,” she sobbed softly.
At first, I assumed she was just another mistress he had deceived, just like me.
I was wrong. She was his lawful wife.
She offered no harsh words of blame, nor did she make things difficult for me.
Instead, she simply pleaded with me over and over in a quiet voice.
“Please… let him go.”
I stood there completely lost, my heart aching with sympathy for her.
In the end, I gave her a small nod, agreeing to her request.
Hearing my answer, a soft smile finally broke through her tears.
Looking at how innocent she was, I almost thought her naive to a fault.
She seemed completely clueless about how the world worked—her whole heart focused solely on bringing her husband back home.