Love for Many Years: I will Forget You and All the MemoriesChapter 1
When the car hit me, my husband was having a reunion with his long-lost first love who came back from abroad. He was toasting her return.
I was not a pitiful substitute for his first love. After all, my personality was very different from that of his first love.
I was not a malicious supporting role who climbed up by means either.
On the contrary, I was a perfect match for Caleb Moore.
...
Caleb and I had been married for four years. He, who was indifferent to me, didn't take the initiative to get close to me, but he didn't fool around with other women either.
I knew that he had done all of this not for me, but for the first love in his heart, Clara Diaz.
Clara went abroad to study for a master's degree, while Caleb had to stay to manage his family's business.
At the same time, the Moore family put pressure on him to marry me.
After he got married, perhaps to avoid suspicion, Clara did not allow him to find her abroad. They hadn't met each other in secret for so many years.
Then Clara had been abroad for many years. She continued her studies and got a doctorate in Vrosa.
Now that Clara was back. Her friends held all kinds of welcome banquets for her, so it was naturally not appropriate for her to deliberately ignore Caleb.
He, who was overjoyed, attended the banquet after not seeing Clara for many years.
"Are you going out so late?"
"Well, Clara is back. Her flight is delayed, so she will arrive late."
My heart skipped a beat when I heard Clara's name. Clara's name had been haunting my and Caleb's youth. I hadn't heard of her name for a long time, but her name had always been weighing on my mind.
"Do you have to go?" I lowered my voice as if pleading.
"Well. A long time has passed since I last saw her. Of course, I have to go." Caleb did not notice my abnormality. Staring at me, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to go with me, you can. After all..."
"No, you go ahead."
Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him.
I didn't want to hear him out.
It was a rainy night today. The sound of rain always rendered me ill at ease. I had something on my mind.
I found an umbrella and wanted to go out to clear my mind.
The butler at home stopped me.
"Mrs. Moore, Mr. Moore ordered that you can‘t go out on rainy nights anymore."
I knew it was because of a previous outing.