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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.

The Island of Shattered Vows

I obliterated every remnant of my former existence.


Alerts kept appearing—either about Heather divesting most of his business, or his altercation with Jennifer at some medical facility.


I didn't bother reading them. I simply dismissed and erased them.


Everything unfolded exactly as I had anticipated.


After discovering his infidelity, he didn't hesitate—he immediately broke up with Jennifer.


But what's the use? It's too late to mend things now.


The anguish crept up on me gradually, but before I realized it, I was overwhelmed.


Each solitary evening, I wept so intensely I struggled to breathe.


Subsequently, I began marking "not interested" on every news item about him.


If something particularly upset me, I flagged it as inappropriate.


Gradually, updates about my hometown became less frequent.


Eventually, the final connection to my past life vanished.


And I simply persevered, one day at a time.


Chapter 10