I Changed My Identity and Became My Childhood Sweetheart's BrideChapter 1
I had aphasia. But my husband has never looked down on me. I always thought I was the apple of his eye, his most cherished treasure. Until one day, I caught a whiff of another woman's perfume on him and overheard his cruel words, “Who wants to spend time with a mute?”
Only then did I realize how laughable my previous thoughts had been. When I decided to change my identity and become another man's wife, it was then that he began to regret everything.
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[Are you really sure you want to divorce Nathan and choose to marry me?]
When I read the text message, I didn’t hesitate for even a moment. “I’m sure. As long as you help me settle everything right here.”
“Alright.”
After receiving his reply, I turned off my phone, feeling an unexpected sense of relief wash over me for making this decision.
Sometime later, the doorbell rang. I went to answer it. Just like I always did. Nathan Leach, my husband, holding a cake in front of his face like a prize.
My husband, Nathan Leach, held up the cake he was carrying, raising it right in front of his face so that it was the first thing I saw instead of him. “Look! I made you a strawberry cake. I made it from scratch with my own hands,” he said cheerfully, his face beaming with excitement.
I smiled sweetly at him and nodded.
“I knew you’d open the door,” Nathan said warmly, his eyes filled with affection as they met mine. “It must be tiring, waiting for me to come home every day and opening the door. Why don’t you let the maid handle it? I don’t want you wearing yourself out, Honey.” His voice was gentle as he shrugged off his jacket, a small smile playing on his lips.
I instinctively reached out to take it from him, but he stopped me with a soft touch on my hand.
“You don’t have to do this, Love,” he said, shaking his head slightly.
I paused for a moment, then raised my hands to sign, “I don’t mind doing things for the man I love.”
He chuckled, a low, affectionate sound that filled the quiet entryway. “I’m so lucky to have a woman like you as my wife,” he said, leaning in to place a tender kiss on the corner of my lips.
As he carried the cake into the house, my eyes followed his retreating figure before drifting down to the garment in my hands. Unable to resist, I brought it close to my nose and inhaled deeply.