My Husband Faked Death to Elope With His Lover, and I Made It Real

Chapter 1

After three years, I finally found Mark Davis, my husband, who had disappeared during our honeymoon. Yet no matter how heartbroken or hysterical I became, the amnesiac man standing before me remained cold and unruffled.

"The heir of the Davis Family you're talking about—that's not me. Stop looking for me. Iris will make me sleep on the couch again if you keep this up."

The undisguised affection for Iris Perry, another woman, in his words tore my heart to shreds.

Just as I was about to give up, I accidentally overheard Daniel Parker, his friend, confronting him. "Three years ago, you faked your death during your honeymoon with Addison to be with Iris. Now you want to reclaim your comfortable life as the young master of the Davis Family while pretending to have amnesia in front of her! Don't you think you've wronged her too much?"

Mark drained his glass. "Iris is already pregnant with my child. I must bring her into the family."

My heart died completely. Turning away, I intercepted Mark's parents, who were rushing over.

"Mom, Dad, I've seen him myself. He isn't Mark."

As I hung up, I ran into Mark exiting the bar.

He froze momentarily at the sight of me, then shook his head wearily.

"How many times must I tell you? Stop stalking me. I'm not your husband."

Daniel looked at me with pity, urging, "Addison, you haven't slept well in days. Go home and rest."

Shaking off his hand, I stared at Mark.

"Not days. Three years. Since the day you disappeared, I haven't had a single night of unbroken sleep. Called a curse, blamed for your death. The shock was so bad that I got dizzy and fell down the stairs. I lost the baby. For three years I searched the entire country, tormented by guilt, only to find..."

My gaze fixed on the simple ring on his left hand.

"Only to have my newlywed husband tell me he's in love with someone else."

Hearing my trembling voice, Mark's expression flickered.

His hand instinctively went to the plain band—where my carefully designed wedding ring used to sit.

The moment his fingers brushed the plain ring, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he spoke impatiently, "You've suffered terribly, but what does any of this have to do with me?"

Seeing the indifference on his face, the last shred of doubt in me disappeared.

What did it have to do with him? He was the one who had caused all of it.

I remembered the hopeful look in his parents' eyes before I left, waiting for me to bring their missing son home.

My heart ached.

What hurt more than Mark's death was knowing he had planned it all.

All these days, I had bared my soul, retelling our memories again and again, trying to spark his recollection.

Didn't he feel even a twinge of guilt? Or was he mocking my pain with Iris?

Facing my tear-reddened eyes, Mark frowned and instinctively stepped toward me. He raised his hand.

Slap!

Iris Perry slapped me hard across the face, then jabbed a finger at my nose and shrieked.

"Stop acting like the victim! Chasing after another woman's man, calling him 'husband'. Don't you have any shame?"

Seeing the livid mark on my cheek, a flash of surprise crossed Mark's face.