But unfortunately, by the time I found out, I was already in love with Audrey.
By then, we were already married, and, being someone who had never been close to my family, I had taken the initiative to bring Audrey home.
The entire family was there, including Elisha.
With my natural sensitivity, I quickly noticed the different atmosphere between the two of them, and I also noticed my usually unflappable husband looking flustered, like a helpless child for the first time.
A woman’s intuition told me that these two people knew each other and had a history.
Once this suspicion took hold, my heart was in turmoil, filled with anxiety and unease.
I directly confronted Audrey about it.
But whenever I brought it up, he would instinctively avoid the question or skillfully change the subject.
I could never get a straight answer. Yet, I didn’t dwell on it too much because he truly treated me well.
Audrey was like the epitome of the perfect husband described online, doting on me in every way. He handed over his salary and bank cards, reported his daily schedule to me, and shared everything that happened.
He even learned to cook for me, and this big man even learned to braid hair.
He always spoiled me, buying me a small cake when I was upset.
Every day after work, he’d bring home a bouquet of flowers. In the evenings, we’d walk our dog together in the park, hand in hand. Sometimes, as I gazed up at the starry sky, I wished these days would never end. I wanted this happiness to last forever.
But then, Elisha appeared.
She brought her depression into our lives.
Every time Elisha came to our house, her arms would bear new scars, and Audrey would fixate on those wounds, lost in thought.
Her visits became more frequent. Finally, one day, when Audrey wasn’t around, she tearfully asked me, “Lilith, I really regret it. Can you give Audrey back to me?”
It was in that moment I realized—they were each other's first love.
Hearing Elisha's words, I found them utterly laughable. How could a living person simply demand something to be handed over?
Growing up, because of Elisha's frail health, whenever he asked for something, our parents would always make me give it to him.
Perhaps both of us had grown accustomed to this dynamic—he kept demanding, and I kept yielding.
But this time, I will not back down.
This is not some ordinary object, not a new toy, not a beautiful piece of clothing.
This is someone I love deeply and sincerely.
How could I possibly surrender my love just because of something Elisha said?
This time, I ignored her, dismissing it as mere folly on Elisha's part...