I receive news of my husband being hospitalized after accidentally eating mushrooms causing hallucinations. I ignore the pain in my sprained ankle and limp to the hospital.

When I enter the hospital ward, my husband sidesteps me. Instead, he excitedly throws his arms around the young woman behind me. "You're finally here, honey! I missed you so much!"

The young woman gives me a challenging look. Then, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, her face red.

They cling to each other and act all lovey-dovey like there's no one with them. After a while, my husband seems to realize I'm there. He scratches his head in embarrassment, looking like a young man who's just fallen in love.

"Mom has done a good job in maintaining her appearance, honey. She doesn't look like she's 50 at all."

I received news that my husband had been hospitalized due to food poisoning. I ignored the pain shooting up my sprained ankle and hobbled to the hospital as fast as I could.

As soon as I pushed open the door to his hospital ward, he shot past me swiftly and embraced a young woman behind me.

"Honey, you're finally here! I missed you so much!"

The woman shot me a provocative glance, then wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him with flushed cheeks.

The two of them were completely immersed in their own world.

Only after that did he seem to notice my presence. Then, he scratched his head sheepishly. "Honey, Mom takes such good care of herself. She doesn't look 50 at all!"

An eerie silence filled the hospital room from his unexpected reaction.

I stared at him in utter disbelief. Did I look 50?

The woman beside him quickly shook him. "You've got the wrong person! She's not my mom!"

Hearing this, he froze for a moment. "Then who is she?"

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, but I couldn't stop my voice from trembling. "Sebastian Smith, I'm your wife! What's wrong with you? Why don't you recognize me?"

He reacted as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. "Are you kidding me? My wife's name is Roseline Carter—she's fair-skinned and beautiful. You look like an ugly freak with that scar on your face. How dare you claim to be my wife?"

Matthias Ziegler quickly stepped forward to interrupt Sebastian while scratching his head awkwardly. His gaze flickered as he explained, "Alexis, please don't misunderstand. Seb is just talking nonsense.

"He accidentally took some mushrooms called Psilocybe at lunch and passed out after hallucinating. He only just woke up and hasn't come to his senses yet.

"This is Roseline Carter, she's an intern at the office. You know that Seb is completely devoted to you. You're the only person he has ever truly loved."

The faint scar at the corner of my eye, which had long since healed, suddenly began to ache. It hurt so much that my eyes turned red.

I had gotten the scar while rescuing Sebastian from falling into a trap during a camping trip back in college. I accidentally scratched my face on a tree branch.

And now, Sebastian was calling me an ugly freak because of it…

I suddenly remembered a time when I had been curled up on the couch, watching a drama. In the show, the male lead lost his memory after a car accident and mistakenly identified another woman as the love of his life. I had cried my heart out for the suffering female lead.

At that time, Sebastian had held me close and was heartbroken to see my tears. He had comforted me, saying that I was his most precious treasure and that he would never mistake me for anyone else. Even if he grew old and senile, he would still know who I was.

Everyone always said that he loved me deeply. I had always believed that too. But what was this now?

He had forgotten me—yet could effortlessly name Roseline, a newly hired intern.

Was this really because of the Psilocybe that clouded his mind?

Or had he already erased me from his heart little by little without me knowing?

I asked Matthias, "I made Sebastian's lunch myself and personally delivered it to him. I know exactly what was in it—there was no Psilocybe. So how was he poisoned?"

"Seb wanted something else and ordered takeout—"

I cut him off. "Sebastian never eats takeout."

Matthias rubbed his nose, looking guilty and at a loss for words.

Some things didn't need to be spelled out. I had seen enough to understand.

"He ate the food that Roseline brought him, didn't he?" As soon as I said it, a chill ran down my spine.

Suddenly, all those mornings I had spent waking up early, going to the market to buy the freshest ingredients, carefully preparing his lunch, and personally delivering it to his office—

All of it seemed so laughable.

I was so utterly foolish.

Sebastian frowned, looking impatient. "Matthias, why are you still talking to this ugly freak? Get her out of here already."

Matthias looked at me with difficulty. "Alexis, maybe you should go home for now? Once Seb recovers, I'll let you know."

Roseline chimed in as well. "That's right. Sebastian doesn't even recognize you right now. If you stay here, it'll only make things worse for his recovery."

"Shut up! Who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to speak to me like that?" I snapped, unable to hold back my fury any longer as I glared at her smug face.

"And who do you think you are?" Sebastian sneered, shielding Roseline protectively behind him and stroking her hair reassuringly. He turned his icy gaze toward me.

"Have you thought about the consequences of insulting my wife?"

I silently watched the scene unfold before me as an indescribable pain spread through my body.

The man standing before me whom I loved most, the one who made my heart race back in our student days, the one whose features I could sketch with my eyes closed…

The man who had loved me for eight years and been married to me for five, the one who once opened his arms only for me, let me act spoiled and playful, and always treated me like his most precious treasure…

He was now holding another woman in his arms, cherishing her as he kissed her.

At that moment, my vision of him suddenly blurred.

The stinging in my eyes grew stronger. I straightened my back, forcing myself to maintain a proud posture as I was unwilling to show even a hint of weakness in front of this lowly homewrecker.

Matthias whispered to comfort me, "Alexis, don't be too upset. This will all be cleared up as soon as Seb regains his memory."

Cleared up? I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and walked out of that suffocating hospital ward.

"That ugly freak finally left. She's completely insane. Matthias, don't ever let that lunatic in the next time she comes." Sebastian's cold and disgusted voice drifted into my ears through the door that had yet to be closed.

The hallway was bustling with people, filled with endless noise. I walked through the crowd alone. The tears that had been welling up in my eyes could no longer be held back, spilling over uncontrollably.

Under the strange gazes of passersby, I quickened my pace, escaping as fast as I could. It wasn't until I got into my car that I finally let myself break down, sobbing uncontrollably.

I leaned over the steering wheel, my face drenched with tears.

How could I not be heartbroken?

The countless days and nights I had spent with Sebastian were so full of happiness and sweet memories, engraved deeply in my mind. All I had to do was close my eyes, and they would replay vividly.

I had never imagined that the man who once cherished and adored me above all else would seek excitement in an affair. How I wished this was all just a terrible nightmare—that when I woke up, everything would go back to the way it was.

When I got home, I poured the pumpkin soup—his favorite—straight into the sink. Then, I went to my bedroom and lay down without a second thought.

It started to rain outside. Large raindrops pounded against the window pane with a rhythmic thud. A cold breeze slipped through the half-open window, chilling the room.

My face pressed against the damp pillowcase, and I shivered as I pulled the blanket tighter around me. The sudden pain of heartbreak had drained every ounce of my strength—I couldn't even muster the energy to get up and close the window.

The next morning, when I woke up, I touched my slightly feverish forehead, intending to find some cold medicine. But just as I was about to leave the bedroom, I noticed that the window beside me was shut.

I froze for a moment. Then, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.

"Honey, you're awake. Come over here and sit down. I made you breakfast. I whipped up some pancakes, scrambled eggs with spinach, and a side of buttered toast. Oh, and I also made some oatmeal."

Sebastian wrapped his arm around my shoulders affectionately, guiding me to the dining table. He scooped a bowl of oatmeal and placed it in front of me. "Honey, try it and tell me if it's good."

I stared at his smiling face and said nothing.

Under my dark and unreadable gaze, his smile gradually faded.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have mistaken you yesterday. You are my most beloved treasure.

"How could I ever mistake my own wife?" Sebastian looked regretful, his face full of remorse. "It was all my fault. I deserve to die for being such an idiot.

"But you have to believe me—there is absolutely nothing improper between me and that new intern at the office."

Sebastian crouched slightly and cupped my face carefully with both hands. "The space in my heart is limited—there's no room for anyone but you."

His eyes looked sincere, beckoning me into their depths.

But I no longer had the courage to believe so easily.

"Why didn't you eat the lunch I brought you yesterday? Why did you eat the one Roseline gave instead?" I asked calmly.

His face was filled with anger. "Honey, just thinking about it makes me furious. It was all Roseline's fault.

"She accidentally knocked over the food you made for me, and then she insisted on giving me her own lunch. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been poisoned by the Psilocybe and ended up in the hospital. I wouldn't have mistaken your identity and hurt you."

"Sebastian, are you telling the truth?"

"Honey, when have I ever lied to you?" He kissed my forehead gently. "After all these years, haven't my actions been proof enough of my love for you?"

As he spoke, he nuzzled my face with a hint of grievance. "You always said that trust is the most important thing in a marriage. Are you really going to stop believing in me over this little misunderstanding?"

After nearly ten years together—meeting, knowing, and loving each other—Sebastian had already become a part of me.

I couldn't just let him go. I rubbed my swollen eyes and let out a deep sigh.

No one was perfect. Who could go through life without making a single mistake?

Sebastian was successful in his career and undeniably handsome. It was only natural that women would flock to him. Maybe Roseline had been the one clinging to him. And even if he had felt a slight attraction to her, it was just the kind of mistake any man might make.

I kept trying to convince myself. Since I couldn't bear to leave him, I would forgive him just this once…

I gently wrapped my arms around his waist. His eyes turned red with emotion. "Honey, you've finally forgiven me. You have no idea how terrified I was this morning when I remembered how I treated you yesterday. I was so afraid you wouldn't want me anymore."

"Sebastian, whether you lied to me or not, I hope this time will be the last."

"Of course, Honey. Even if you gave me a hundred more chances, I wouldn't dare make such a stupid mistake again."

Leaning against his shoulder, I whispered, "I don't like Roseline. Fire her from the company."

I ignored the slight stiffness in his posture, listening instead to the firm promise he made beside my ear. "Alright, I'll do as you say. I'll have HR fire her as soon as I get to the office."

From that day forward, Roseline disappeared from our lives completely.

It seemed like we had returned to the sweet, affectionate days of the past.

In between work, I still spent time in the kitchen, carefully preparing meals for Sebastian. Perhaps out of guilt, he treated me even better than before as if trying to make up for something.

The wounds in my heart seemed to be healing little by little as time passed.

Everything was getting better.

I thought that forgiving him had been the right decision.

One day, by pure accident, I discovered a fund transfer on his phone—500,000 dollars.

It was only then that I realized that the peaceful, happy days I thought we had rebuilt were nothing more than a fragile bubble, shimmering with the illusion of a rainbow.

And with just one poke, it burst.