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In a car accident, I injured my head while protecting Gideon.
Fearing I'd forget him and our memories together, I kept refusing surgery.
But on nights when I lay awake in pain,
He was carving statues to celebrate the awakening of his first love from a vegetative state.
He even used his precious hands to cook meals for his first love.
When I confronted him, he showed no remorse.
"We're legally married, what are you worried about?"
But he seemed to have forgotten that we never actually got our marriage certificate.

The Secret Behind My Husband's Sculpture

Gideon stared at the page for a few seconds, dumbfounded.


He immediately started dialing my number, but all he got was a cold, mechanical voice on the other end.


With trembling hands, he began calling our colleagues at the studio.


But they all, in unspoken agreement, refused to tell Gideon where I had gone.


Over the years working alongside Gideon, I'd picked up quite a bit about sculpting.


On opening day, my former colleagues from the studio sent me a flower basket.


They even volunteered as staff, helping me take care of customers.


After closing time, I personally cooked up a feast for them.


At the dinner table, we chatted and laughed like old times.


When the conversation turned to the studio's recent happenings, everyone started sighing.


Chapter 8