Chapter 2

After putting Jolene to sleep, Fintan finally told me what had happened.

Three years ago, after Jolene broke up with him, she vanished without a trace. Now she's reappeared, but as a mental patient.

Based on the medical records she had with her, Fintan contacted her primary doctor.

The doctor said Jolene's condition was improving, with a good chance of full recovery.

Besides sticking to her medication, there was one crucial point - she must not be subjected to any stress.

Fintan discovered that Jolene's memory was still stuck three years in the past.

She thought she was still dating Fintan and insisted he take her home.

Without hesitation, Fintan brought her to live in our marital home.

But the house was full of things related to me. Fearing she'd get suspicious, Fintan packed everything up to throw out.

He called me because he couldn't get rid of it all alone, asking me to come help right away.

"That's great, I was worried about how to explain your existence to Jolene. Now that she thinks you're Potato, things will be much easier."

"Jolene lost her parents early on, her background is quite pitiful. You know how sentimental I am. Now I see her as a little sister, I just want to help her get better."

"You let her stay with us, but don't let her know your real identity. Pretend you're Potato."

Fintan swore to me that my discomfort would only be temporary. If Jolene hadn't improved after our wedding, we'd send her to the hospital.

"Freesia, please agree. Otherwise, I won't be able to get married with peace of mind."

He nuzzled my hand affectionately, only to discover that the back of my hand was covered in wounds.

In the next second, he frowned: "What happened? Now you can't cook for Jolene..."

I stood there stunned, while he decisively turned to take care of Jolene.

In the end, we ordered takeout for dinner.

Fintan complained incessantly about how unhealthy takeout was and how it wasn't good for Jolene's recovery.

Jolene, however, ate with great relish, gnawing a large rack of lamb ribs clean.

She tossed the leftover bones in front of me.

"Potato, these are your favorite bones. Why aren't you eating them?"

I felt nauseous and looked up to meet Fintan's gaze.

He silently signaled for me to play along with her.

Reluctantly, I lowered my head and pretended to gnaw on the bones.

Suddenly, Jolene reached out, grabbed a bone, and tried to shove it into my mouth.

"Potato, be good, Mommy will feed you!"

I vomited, rushing to the bathroom to throw up violently.

Jolene started crying loudly in fear, and it took Fintan a long time to calm her down.

"You're a grown adult, and you can't even pretend..." Fintan pinched his nose as soon as he entered the bathroom, "It stinks! Did you eat something bad? You're throwing up so much."

Eat something bad? It was clearly morning sickness.

But suddenly I didn't want to tell him anymore.

Fintan requested a month-long leave from his company to take care of Jolene full-time.

Although HR approved it, they gently reminded him that this would make it difficult for him to take marriage leave later.

Fintan said he didn't care about marriage leave, the patient came first.

I quietly canceled the overseas honeymoon flights and hotels I had already booked.

I lost quite a bit in fees, but compared to the disappointment in my heart, it wasn't even worth mentioning.

I couldn't help but ask Fintan.

"You said you'd take me to see the Milky Way on an island, does that promise still count?"

Fintan let out an impatient sigh, but when he turned and saw I was about to cry, he softened his tone.

"Freesia, I promise you, as soon as Jolene gets better, I'll make up our honeymoon right away."

"Let's be kind people, right now treating illness and saving lives is more important than sightseeing, don't you agree?"

Before I could answer, Jolene came running over, carrying my Hermès handbag.

"I've got the poop bags, let's go walk the doggy!"

She urged Fintan and me to go out.

I didn't want to go, but Fintan pushed me out the door without giving me a choice.

"You need to move around too, look how thick your waist has gotten. People will laugh at me for marrying a gas tank at the wedding, darling."

Jolene took Fintan's hand and placed it on her own waist.

"Potato chubby! Me chubby too! What to do, Fintan will dislike me..."

Fintan affectionately pinched her waist and said with a smile:

"Even if Jolene grows to 440 pounds, she'd still be the cutest chubby girl in the whole world."