Herschel was not aware of my movements and was completely immersed in the land of pleasure.

In the next few days, like all newlyweds, he and Liza prepared for the wedding with great anticipation.

Since she loved beauty, he spent a lot of money to have someone customize a hand-sewn wedding dress for her.

Since she liked diamond rings, he took her to an auction and risked everything to win the eternal heart.

Since she liked to be high-profile, he sent invitations to relatives and friends, inviting them to attend under the name of re-holding the wedding for his wife.

Until the day before the wedding, friends from Canada arrived one after another and when they saw this scene, they could not help but remind, “Herschel, you’re making such a big fuss, aren't you afraid that Sallie will find out?”

Herschel was stunned for a moment, then he realized that I had not sent him a single message during all the days he was abroad.

He picked up his phone and took a look. The chat interface was still stuck on the text message he had sent. 

[Sallie, I got off the plane.]

Herschel suddenly felt a little uneasy. I usually greeted him good morning and good night and cared about how he ate when he was out and whether he was dressed warmly.

Thinking of my abnormal behavior in the past few days, he was silent for a moment, suppressing the panic in his heart.

“No, Sallie is in Canada preparing for our wedding anniversary and won't notice what's going on abroad.”

His friend's eyes had a complicated look, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw his confident expression, he changed his words, “Liza is not the kind of person who is content with what she has. If this matter is exposed, can you accept Sallie leaving you?”

Herschel felt confused for no reason; he had never thought of this possibility.

He was my first love. I spent almost my entire youth on him. I even broke up with my family just to be with him. 

I was alone and helpless in the country. Where could I go?

But my friend's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the seemingly peaceful surface.

If I really left, would he be able to accept it?

Accept that I was no longer full of love, no longer around him and no one would light a light for him when he returned to the villa.

A huge panic swept over him and before Herschel could think about it, Liza's delicate cry suddenly came from a distance, “Herschel! What are you doing? Come over here and help me zip up my dress!”

Herschel agreed subconsciously, clenched his fists to suppress the inexplicable panic, then turned his head and looked at his friend coldly as he said, “Don't you dare to say bad things about Liza anymore. She's just too happy to have her wedding.

“Also, Sallie has been with me for so many years, she won't be willing to leave me, I will give her everything she deserves.”

Watching his back as he left, his friend could not help frowning. “Since he loves Liza, why is he reluctant to divorce Sallie? What does he think of her?

“He just determined that Sallie would not find out, but... what if she knew?”

He sighed heavily, hoping that Herschel would not regret it in the future.

His friend's words left a mark in his heart after all. On the wedding day, seeing that Herschel was a little absent-minded, Liza's eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction and she asked with concern.

“Herschel, are you feeling unwell? The ceremony is about to begin.”

Then she looked at him shyly, “I'm so happy to wear a wedding dress for you. I don't care even if there is no status, as long as we can be together forever.”

Herschel came back to his senses and his heart softened when he heard her words.

“Liza, I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position. I will do my best to satisfy whatever you want, except for the status.”

After saying that, he touched her head again with a doting tone.

“Let's go, it's time.”

Liza smiled and shook his hand, then opened the door and walked onto the stage.

“Excuse me, Mr. Herschel, are you willing to marry Miss Liza?”

As the host asked questions, the big screen at the back lit up.

The next second, the guests seemed to have seen something and suddenly burst into a noise.

“Is not this Mrs. Jones? Did not Mr. Jones invite us to attend the wedding for his wife? How can she be his mistress?”

“No wonder he never let his wife show up. It turns out he's keeping a mistress outside and even has a child with her. Mrs. Jones is so miserable.”

“How shameless! She was a legal wife when he started my business, but now that things are better, he dumped her.”

“This family is full of ruthless people.”

 The discussion became louder and louder. Herschel seemed to realize something. He turned his head to look at the big screen and his face turned pale instantly.

The screen was filled with photos of him and Liza making out, even Liza's one-sided provocations all along.

After seeing those conversations clearly, Herschel's blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy.

Seeing that he did not respond, Liza screamed and rushed forward, trying to cover her body and cursed at the staff, “What are you standing there for? Turn it off!”

The staff member explained with a bitter face, “The computer was hacked and we cannot turn it off.”

“Then unplug it!”

The guests in the audience had already reacted and started to take pictures with their phones raised. 

Liza was like a madman, cursing and throwing their phones away, “No filming! Get out! No filming! Herschel, say something!”

But Herschel just stood there in a daze, feeling panic in his heart. ‘So, Sallie knows? When does she know?’

There was a buzzing sound in his head and the string called reason completely broke. Without caring about this farce, he hurriedly booked the fastest flight back home and left the entire wedding behind.

Some scenes from the past kept flashing through Herschel's mind.

In winter, we huddled together for warmth in the rental house; when we started our business, I found ways to make soup for him every day to supplement his nutrition; before going to work every day, we would exchange a good morning kiss.

I was a teetotaler, but I could drink until my stomach bled in order to get him business. I did not like socializing, but I would take the initiative to make friends with those rich ladies to maintain relationships.

All of these scenes that he was once accustomed to suddenly came to his mind, making Herschel feel nervous.

As soon as the car arrived at the villa, he rushed in impatiently, but what greeted him was a cold and lonely air.

The living room was empty. The group photo on the wall was gone, my part of the clothes hanger was gone and even the slippers placed at the door were left with only one pair.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Herschel, standing on the second floor, suddenly became too timid to step forward.

He pushed open the bedroom door and his pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the scene inside.

The wardrobe was wide open and there was nothing inside.

The bottles and jars that once filled her dresser were all gone.

My usual suitcase placed in the corner also disappeared.

The whole room was so clean that there was no trace of my presence.

He could no longer deceive himself, so he grabbed the butler who had rushed over and questioned him angrily, “Where is she? I'm asking where my wife is?!”

The butler lowered his head cautiously, his voice nervous as he explained, “Madam has been missing for several days. I thought she came to see you, so I did not ask about it. It was only when I came up to tidy up the room just now that I found out that she had run away from home.

“I tried to contact Madam, but she seemed to have changed all her contact information. I also found this wedding ring on the table….”

“No, that's impossible!” Herschel interrupted him forcefully, his face pale but he forced a smile. “Are you kidding? Asking Sallie to come out to see me, is this a surprise she prepared for our wedding anniversary? It's not funny at all!”

The butler felt a little reluctant, but still burst into his fantasy. “Sir, your wife has really left.”

Herschel took a few steps back in disbelief, covering his head in pain.

“No, Sallie loves me so much, how could she abandon me and leave?! Fake, all this is fake!”

Herschel took out his mobile phone with trembling hands and dialed my number, but only heard a cold mechanical voice.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off！”