The day my family went bankrupt, my fiancée left me and married her first love.

I didn't argue or make a scene. Instead, I married Sharon Tomlinson, the woman who had confessed to me when I was at my lowest.

After we got married, I took care of Sharon for seven full years while she was paralyzed from the waist down.

The day she finally stood up again, I accidentally overheard her speaking Aurelian with her best friend at the dinner table.

"Sharon, are you really planning to spend your whole life with him? Aren't you worried you'd hurt your brother's feelings?"

Sharon peeled a shrimp for our daughter, Tasha Holden, and answered unhurriedly, "What are you talking about? I know how to deal with them both. I could never bear to make Curtis sad."

"Same for me. I like Uncle Curtis. He's handsome, while my dad's an ugly freak," Tasha chimed in beside them, also in Aurelian.

They didn't know I spoke the language.

Fine. I was sick of Sharon's undercooked pasta, anyway. I would never eat it again for the rest of my life!

Oliver's POV

Sharon Tomlinson touched the forehead of our daughter, Tasha Holden, clearly pleased, and praised her in Aurelian without thinking.

"You're such a good girl, Tasha. Your Uncle Curtis and I are really proud of you. When you're a little older, we'll give you a pretty little sister. Then you'll have company when you go to school."

Tasha clapped excitedly and replied in clumsy Aurelian, "Yay, that's great! I love you and Uncle Curtis so much. I'll also love the pretty sister you'll have. If only I didn't have such a scary, bad dad. I don't like him at all. Just seeing him annoys me!"

I froze when I heard that, unable to believe my ears for a long moment.

Maybe she noticed my gaze lingering on them. Sharon smiled and placed some Brussels sprouts on my plate, her voice gentle.

"Oliver, what's wrong?"

I shook my head.

I felt as if my heart were being torn apart, a suffocating pain flooding my chest.

Sharon must have forgotten that I was the first person in this house to learn Aurelian. She must have also forgotten that I hated Brussels sprouts.

My face went cold.

Seeing my silence, Sharon immediately grew nervous. She reached for my hand carefully.

"Honey, why do you suddenly look so pale?"

I pulled my hand away and forced a smile.

"It's nothing. I just can't believe you forgot I don't like Brussels sprouts," I said lightly. "By the way, what were you just talking about? Was that Aurelian?"

Sharon stiffened, guilt flashing across her face. She didn't dare look at me.

"Oh, nothing. Laura was just saying how jealous she was of how close we are. That's all."

After brushing it off with a random excuse, she quickly switched to an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, honey. I forgot. I'll remember next time. I won't ever make you eat Brussels sprouts again. I promise I'll only make your favorite dishes."

She spoke softly as she picked the vegetables out of my plate.

Tasha rolled her eyes at me and snorted. "Hmph, so dramatic. Eating it once won't kill you. How could a grown man be so picky? That's embarrassing."

Sharon's gentle expression vanished instantly. She snapped at Tasha.

"Tasha, how can you talk to your dad like that? Apologize, now!"

Tasha rolled her eyes and unwillingly muttered a stiff, "Sorry."

Laura Heptinstall, Sharon's best friend, couldn't help commenting, "Alright, alright. We get it. You two are in love. No need to show off. Why yell at the kid?"

Sharon shot her a look, clearly proud. "Please. You're just jealous I have such a handsome, thoughtful husband. I'll show off all I want. I'm a proud wife. I could show him off a million times a day."

I set my fork down and looked at Sharon calmly.

She put on a picture of affection. The moment she noticed my gaze, she ladled a bowl of soup, blew on it, and brought it to my lips.

"Honey, do you want some soup? I just want to thank you for taking care of Tasha and me for the past seven years. I know it wasn't easy. Now, I can finally stand again. Don't worry. From now on, I'll love you with my whole life."

If I had heard this before, I would have been moved to tears.

Now, all I felt was a sharp, bitter ache and deep irony.

Her act was flawless.

For a moment, I almost believed the Aurelian conversation earlier had been nothing but my imagination.

Before I could say anything, Laura glanced at her phone and urged Sharon again in Aurelian, "Come on, stop dragging your feet. Hurry up. Your precious brother is already calling you in the group chat. Today's important. Don't keep him waiting."

Sharon froze for a second. She set the soup bowl down, leaned over, and kissed my lips before speaking with visible hesitation.

"Honey, have the maid clean up the dishes and go to bed early, okay? My girlfriends invited me for a night out. Can I go?"

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help letting out a soft laugh.

"Sure. Go ahead. But you'd better not do anything that betrays me. If I ever find out, I won't hesitate to leave you."

She froze, panic and unease flashing through her eyes.

Her phone was ringing nonstop. She eventually picked it up, stood, and reached for her coat.

As she walked out, she coaxed me seriously, "Don't worry, honey. In this life, I'm yours. Till death do us part, remember? You'll be the only husband I ever have. Tasha, listen to your dad while I'm gone. Don't make him angry, or I'll spank you when I get back."

Once the door fully closed between us, I finally came back to myself.

I let out a long sigh, my eyes burning.

Tasha shot me another look of disgust and cursed me in Aurelian, thinking I couldn't understand.

"Ugly freak. A grown man crying. No wonder Mom doesn't like you. How useless!"

I gave a self-mocking smile and wiped the corner of my eye.

I knew I should let it go.

But I couldn't.

Seven years. Even a block of ice should've melted by now.

I wasn't clinging to them. I was just unwilling to accept this for myself.

Tasha was six this year. Since the day she was born, she had never been apart from me.

I poured almost all my love into her and Sharon.

For seven years, I was a husband and a father.

I just never got to be myself.

But Tasha, just like her mother, had forgotten something: I had taught her Aurelian.

For three days straight, Sharon didn't come home.

She sent messages every day, gentle check-ins, saying her legs had only just recovered, and she had gotten a little carried away.

I read the texts, saying nothing as I packed in silence.

I planned my exit.

On the seventh day she didn't come home, I pulled that agreement back out of my email trash, opened the link, and signed my name carefully.

I had already taken 99 steps toward Tasha and her.

This last step, I wanted to take toward my own life.

I had just bought a plane ticket for three days later and was about to turn off my phone when I saw Tasha standing there, stiff-faced, glaring at me.

For once, I didn't go over to hug her.

I simply stood up and walked away.

She flared up immediately, stormed past me, and cursed me in the Aurelian I taught her.

"Ugly freak! All you do is make my mom miserable. A junk plane ticket doesn't scare anyone. If you've got any backbone, pack up and get out for good!"

I thought Tasha's words would stab me again.

But this time, I felt strangely calm.

Watching her run upstairs, I spoke in Aurelian, "Fine. I'll leave."

The moment the words left my mouth, her small figure spun around. Her face froze, as if she had seen a ghost.

She panicked and tapped on her phone watch, sending a message to Sharon in Aurelian.

[Mom, bad news! That ugly freak understands Aurelian!]

Less than a few seconds later, a voice message came back.

It was Curtis Tomlinson, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Tasha, don't talk nonsense. Your dad's family went bankrupt years ago. How would he ever get the chance to learn Aurelian? Behave yourself. Don't bother me these next few days. I'm on a date with your mom. I'll bring you some beef jerky next time."

Tasha studied me with a tight little face.

When she saw I didn't react, she quickly tossed my words out of her mind and replied cheerfully, "Okay, Uncle Curtis. Have fun with Mom! I hope you two give me a pretty little sister soon."

These past few days, memories of Sharon kept surfacing.

Every time they did, I forced myself to be cruel enough to forget them.

-

Game sounds kept coming from Tasha's room.

I didn't go in to confiscate the console and tell her to go to bed early like I used to.

I didn't remind her to do her homework for tomorrow's inspection.

If she hated me that much, then I didn't need to keep playing the role of her father.

Still, one thing gnawed at me.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't understand how Sharon's acting had been so flawless.

At 2 a.m., Curtis sent another message.

[Oliver, Sharon has been wearing me out these days. She's really horny. What, you can't keep up? She even said you don't interest her at all.]

A photo came with the message.

Sharon stood in front of him, his hands slipping under her collar, desire written plainly in her eyes.

I stared at it again and again, as if I was punishing myself. It felt like someone had grabbed my heart and was squeezing it apart.

The pain was unbearable.

Under the bleak moonlight outside, another memory surfaced.

Back when the Holdens went bankrupt, my fiancée left me.

I had nothing, and Sharon appeared in my life like a source of hope. She helped me pay off debts and helped me rebuild from nothing.

At the time, I truly believed that the woman confined to a wheelchair was my salvation.

For seven years, she showered me with love.

Everyone said she was obsessed with spoiling her husband, that she loved me to the core.

I believed it, too.

So I lowered my pride, took care of her with everything I had, cooked for her, cleaned for her, and stayed by her side for seven full years.

Yet, this was the truth.

While Sharon said she loved me, she was tangled up with a so-called brother who wasn't even related to her by blood.

And only recently did I learn something even worse.

All those years, she had given every ounce of real affection she had to Curtis behind my back.