My husband had been missing for a month, and the stress caused me to miscarry. But right after my uterine evacuation surgery, I came across a post online. "What should you do when you meet the person you want to protect most at an age when you're powerless to protect anyone?" One highly upvoted reply read almost boastfully: I couldn't bear to let her suffer, so I let her chase her future. But I also didn't want to lose contact with her, so I married her childhood friend, the kind of woman suited to hardship, and had her stay by my side while I built my success. Now that my first love is back, I can finally stop letting her suffer. I kept hoping my wife would catch me cheating so I could use it as an excuse to divorce her, but she's too clueless. I left lipstick in the car, gave her a freebie necklace... I even disappeared for a month, and she still hadn't figured it out. Lipstick. Necklace. Missing for a month. Those familiar details made my fingers go numb. Thank God she came back… I almost thought I'd have to spend my whole life with that ugly toad. My mind went blank with a loud buzz. 'Toad.' That was the nickname my childhood friend used to bully me with. A chill spread through my entire body as I desperately hoped it was all just a coincidence. Until I read the final line. I pretended to go on a business trip to a dangerous region and disappeared for a month. In reality, I was on a honeymoon with my first love. Just got a text from my wife saying she's hospitalized. Tonight, I'm taking my sweetheart to the same hospital for her prenatal checkup. Maybe we'll run into each other if we're lucky. My whole body trembled uncontrollably as I instinctively looked up. At the entrance to the ward, my missing husband, Nathaniel Graves, stood in a perfectly tailored suit, his arm wrapped around a petite, charming woman as they laughed together on their way toward the obstetrics department. As if sensing something, he casually turned his head. Across the corridor, our eyes met.