I Disappeared Three Years The Day My Marriage Ended の小説・ストーリー

The tone of his voice was low, and so was his demeanour. "I'm all ears," I repeated, leaning on the chair. I interlocked my fingers, tapping my thumbs against each other as I waited. My gut started acting up, with a weird feeling filling it. "I will start from the beginning." He took a deep breath and then began, "Marya was married to Mr. Sanders for only 3 months before she disappeared one day." "What do you mean disappeared?" I asked, curiosity triggered.

On the left side, under the past life, I began to write down what happened during the third year of my marriage. > Year 3 (Past Life): I was entirely weak. My mother was giving me the headache pills every single week, and my brain was always foggy. Elias ignored me completely. He stayed at his office until midnight every day. Maya started taking over my position in high society, telling everyone that I was losing my mind. I spent my days crying in this exact room, wishing someone would save me. I looked at the right side of the paper and wrote down what was happening right now.

"Why did you choose to suddenly disappear when you were so popular three years ago?" Kelsey heard the question and looked down at the audience, meeting my gaze. A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes as she said, "Because of some personal matters, I wasted three years." Three years ago, she married me. I furrowed my brow. Did she mean that I had wasted her three years? I leaned irritably against the chair, staring at the audacious woman on the stage. It was she who had married into the Marshman family for money in the first place!

Whenever I talked to them, they were smiling, happy, like they were really living, while I was stuck just existing. After seven years, my marriage crashed and burned. Carla and I just didn’t fit anymore. Whatever spark had pulled us together flickered out long ago. Now, I was a single guy in my late thirties, clueless about dating, lost in a fog of what-ifs and might-have-beens. I was drowning in my own mess.

"He saved you...took the bullet for you" "I'd never have been there if it weren't for him" "True. But at the very least, you need closure" "I don't need anything from George" I argued sharply and she sighed. "If you never speak to him and find out why..." she let the rest of her words hang. I waved at her words. I would never see George. Two days later and I was standing outside George's bedroom door. I guess I'd always wanted to know why he had ended our marriage of three years when we had made so much progress. And when I lost my memories, he'd been just like the caring husband I'd always known. I pushed the door open and he was sitting upright in his bed.

It was exactly three years ago. The day I married Aziel Lockwood. The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a soft thud. I backed away until my shoulders hit the wall, sliding down to the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest as a wave of memories crashed over me. Two lifetimes collided in my brain. I remembered the next three years of this marriage. The silence of the Lockwood estate. Aziel’s icy stares and locked doors. I remembered crying myself to sleep, wondering why my husband hated me, wondering why I was never good enough.

His name disappeared from the screen in an instant, just like our marriage, gone completely. I boarded the plane to my new life without looking back.

"We met at a charity gala seven years ago. He was charming. Successful. Attentive. Within six months, we were married." "And during your marriage, how would you describe your relationship?" "At first, good. Then controlling. He decided what I wore. Where I worked. Who I saw. By the end, I felt like I didn't exist. Just an extension of him." "When did you decide to leave?" "When I found his burner phone." "Can you describe that night?" And I do. The phone. The texts. The woman named V. The eight months of lies. The jury listens. Some take notes. Some just watch me. Believing.

"I told you, I was recovering." "No. That's not what I meant." I leaned across the table, my voice dropping into a low tone. "You vanished on our wedding day. The guests were in the pews. The flowers were wilting. You were in a wheelchair, and then you were just... gone. No fucking notes or phone call. For three years, I looked for you in every face I passed on the street. Why now? Why did it take three years to decide you were 'recovered'?" Vivian looked away, her gaze landing on the flickering candle between us. "You wouldn't have understood back then."

They were all wrong! After three months, I realized I was doomed. There wouldn’t be a woman ever to capture me the way my wife did. But she was out of my reach. Disappeared without a trace.