I was the girl my husband had loved since childhood. For twenty years, he never stopped pursuing me.
He adored me as if I were his entire world and treasured me deeply.
Then, unexpectedly, just four weeks ago, he was unfaithful.
Everyone was aware—except for me.
But I was simply acting as if I hadn't discovered them and continued to play the role of an oblivious wife.
That is, until I eliminated every single trace of my identity.
And then, I vanished.
Only then did that scoundrel search for me frantically.