Even after marriage, he treated me as lovingly as ever. He brought me fresh flowers daily, created little surprises and supported everything I wanted to do without hesitation. He celebrated my birthdays and our wedding anniversaries grandly every year.
Under the starry sky, he once vowed to me, "I, Matthew Hawk, will love you, Miranda Swift, with his life, forever unchanging."
At the time, he fulfilled his vow. During a car accident, with no way to avoid a head-on collision with a van, he swerved at the last moment, making the driver's side take the impact. He faced death head-on, leaving the chance of survival to me.
But life is unpredictable. Even the most intense feelings can fade and the sincerest promises can falter. The sweet and beautiful memories of the past only make the cruel reality now more unbearable.
I looked at Matthew. The faint trace of an ambiguous red mark on the back of his neck caught my eye and stung deeply. Matthew, why did you fall out of love?
After the transfusion, he tenderly helped press the injection site and walked me out, holding me in his arms.
"I want to go shopping. You should head back to the company first." Outside, I tilted my face up and gazed at Matthew with gentle eyes.
"Alright, don't tire yourself out. I'll finish work early today and come home to make your favorite sweet and sour ribs." Matthew carefully adjusted my clothes for me, his handsome face as affectionate and patient as always.
Standing by the roadside, I watched his car disappear from view before hailing a taxi straight to the police station.
"Miss Swift, are you sure you want to renounce your nationality? Your information will be erased in a month," the officer asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll be immigrating abroad soon." I spoke softly. After submitting the application, I walked out of the police station and looked up at the azure sky.
Matthew, when we got married, I told you that if you ever betrayed me, I would ensure you could never find me again. Now that you've betrayed me, from this moment on, we shall never meet again in this life.
I discovered Matthew's infidelity six months ago. His mistress exposed it herself. When I saw those glaringly intimate photos, I realized he had divided himself in two, one part for me, the other for his kept woman.
Perhaps his time management skills were exceptional, I hadn't noticed a thing.