"And then what?"
Ethan pursed his lips.
"After leaving the house, my wife ran straight to the seaside to kill herself. Some kind-hearted people saved me and pulled me out."
As he mentioned this, Ethan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said a lot that day.
He had rambled on about everything that happened.
Could it be...
Ethan looked at me, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He realized that I must know even the thing he wanted to hide the most.
Otherwise, there's no way I would have attempted suicide.
"What happened after that?" Ethan asked, his voice shaking.
"The hospital called your number, but for some reason, it was Miss Harrington who sent someone to pick up your wife."
"Afterward, Miss Harrington locked your wife in the basement."
"Oh, and I also found out that ever since you imprisoned your wife three years ago, she's been suffering from claustrophobia."
"Her memory loss this time might be related to that trauma."