Came Like A Storm, Left Like The Dust

Yvonne Sunderland wanted to see the aurora one last time before she died. However, she kept hearing violent shakes and the moans of a woman from the tent beside hers. As such, she could not sleep.

She got out of her tent, only to suddenly hear a loud crash. It was from the tent beside hers; it had collapsed.

The man who came out first held a blushing woman tightly in his arms. He was smiling gently.

Right then, Yvonne’s feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. She could not take another step.

When the man saw her, his smile vanished.

He was Zach Frank, her husband who was supposed to have been dead for twenty years.

At that moment, Yvonne figured everything out.

Before she could even demand an answer, an avalanche suddenly struck. Everyone died after they were swept under it.

The last thing Zach said was, “I’ve repaid all your favors with my life. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t marry you. I’d rather meet her first.”

When Yvonne opened her eyes again, she found that she had returned to the past. She was back in the first year of her marriage with Zach.

With dull eyes, she looked at the decorations around her as his final words echoed in her mind.

She sat on the couch stiffly as a dull pain spread through her heart. It was as if a sharp knife was constantly twisting around it. The pain was so great that she could not breathe.

Zach was not dead. Instead, he was living a life with another woman…

Things had happened so quickly and suddenly that she never managed to ask for a reason.

Just then, Yvonne’s phone rang, and she moved her numb body to answer it.

“Honey, Robin asked us out for dinner. Get ready a little earlier. I’ll pick you up after work.”

Zach was still calling her with that affectionate title, and for a second there, Yvonne thought she was hearing things.

It was as if everything that had happened before was just a nightmare.

Zach arrived on time and hugged Yvonne tightly right after he stepped into the house. “Are you cold? Why are you shivering?”

She gave him a distressed look but found herself unable to ask for answers at present.

He was not the forty-four-year-old Zach. He would not be able to give her the reason.

In the front passenger seat were cakes Zach had bought beforehand. All of them were flavors that Yvonne loved.

When he saw that she was not picking them up, he asked in puzzlement, “Why aren’t you eating them?”

Yvonne lowered her head and quietly tied the bag up. “There’s too much sugar in these cakes. I don’t want to eat them.”

Zach did not know this, but after he “died,” Yvonne cut off all sweets from her diet. Those sugary treats were sweet on the tongue, but once their flavor dissipated, all that was left was bitterness.

The cakes before her dragged her back to the cold, harsh reality. She stared fixedly at the man before her as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“What’re you staring at?”

Yvonne did not answer.

She was just wondering when Zach fell for another woman, even though he loved her so much. When did he start planning to fake his death and leave her side?

Once they arrived at their dinner venue, he held her hand and headed to the room. As they passed by another room, they noticed the door was slightly ajar.

From where Yvonne and Zach stood, they could see that the room was filled with cigarette smoke. Laughter from men and women mixed, and someone was cheering for another person to drink.

She only took a quick glance, but Zach stopped.

Caught off guard, she ran into his arm and looked at him with a frown. To her surprise, Zach’s expression was as dark as a thundercloud.

“I left something in the car, honey. Head to the room first.”

With that, Zach left and did not say another word to her. He did not even tell her what the room number was.

As Yvonne watched him leave, all life was sucked out from her eyes.

She had checked before getting out of the car; there was nothing inside.

Zach was lying.

It was also his first time lying to her after they had been together for so long.