Forgetting You is My Best Decision

On the day when my wife and her first love reunited, I died.

On the tenth day after my death, she was going to have a grand wedding ceremony with her first love.

She said in Instagram that this wedding was the fulfillment she had been waiting for ten years.

But the day before the wedding, she held my tombstone and stood in the rain all night.

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It was almost midnight, and Clara hadn't come home yet.

I sat by the French window, watching the neon lights flickering outside.

The phone was placed by my feet. Its screen was on, and the chat box was full of the messages I had sent.

I thought that she probably wouldn't come back today.

Click.

I turned my head and saw Clara at the entrance. My eyes suddenly lit up.

She staggered towards me with a strong smell of alcohol.

I hurriedly went up to support her, but she impatiently waved me away.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

She saw my embarrassment and sneered, "Anson, why are you pretending here? You're an adult. Why are you so weak?"

Yes, why am I so weak?

Because I'm dying, Clara.

After slowly getting up, I looked at her and asked, "Clara, do you remember what day it is today?"

Clara laughed and tilted her head back.

Then, she stared at me with her red eyes.

"Don't you know, Anson? Five years ago today, your family killed Steve. How could you forget?

"Have you been sleeping well in the past five years, Anson? Are you at peace?"

Because she was too excited, Clara almost fell down. I instinctively wanted to help her, but she kept stepping back several steps.

"Don't touch me. You're dirty."

My heart was in agony.

Since last year, after Clara found out that her first love, Steve Watts's death was related to my family, she hadn't smiled at me for a single day.

I remained silent for a while, then I looked up at her seriously, "What if I told you that Steve didn't die?"

She looked at me incredulously and instantly woke up. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me desperately, "What do you mean? Explain it to me!"

I felt dizzy, forcefully suppressing the urge to vomit. Facing her eager gaze, I told her that Steve was alive and currently abroad.

After hearing this, she pushed me away forcefully, called her assistant to book the closest flight, and hurriedly prepared to leave.

In the moment before she left, I stopped her.

"Clara, today is my birthday."

She paused.

I had a glimmer of hope again.

But without turning her head, she said, "Anson, you'd better not have lied to me about Steve's matter, otherwise, I'll make you regret it!"

The sound of the door slamming shattered my hope and blocked my view of her.

Perhaps this was the last time I would see her.

The next day, I went to the hospital under the Chambers family.

When I arrived, Callan was already in the VIP ward prepared for me.

"Are you happy to see that woman for the last time?" Callan's expression was cold and indifferent.

"I told her the news that Steve didn't die." I said.

Callan seemed not surprised.

"You didn't tell her the whole truth?"

"No." I sat on the bed and looked out the window quietly. "I hope someone can accompany her for me after I die. At least she loves Steve.

"Callan, ask the lawyer to help me draft a divorce agreement and send it to her."

"Do you really want to help them?" Callan was frustrated.

I didn't comment.

The legal team responded quickly and soon drafted the agreement. I forwarded it to Clara.

Unexpectedly, Clara called me immediately.

Looking at the screen, I was stunned. I hadn't received a call from Clara for long time.

I pressed the answer key. Her voice came from the phone, with a cold tone and a hint of imperceptible impatience.

"Anson, what do you mean? Do you want to divorce me?"

"Yes, I'm tired."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of breathing remained.

After a while, I heard someone calling her. I recognized that it was Steve's voice.

Clara said hurriedly, "Let's talk when I come back." and hung up.

It seemed that they have already met.

After hanging up the phone, I saw Clara's latest post on Instagram, and I couldn't help but click on it.

[Crossing the long river of time, we finally meet again.] A picture of the shadows of the two people was attached.

I suddenly felt an extreme pain in my heart.

The alarm was beeping, and I saw doctors and nurses rushing in, I saw Callan rushing into the ward, and I saw the light above my head becoming more and more blurred.

I died, and Clara was free.

In the next moment, my world became clear again.

My soul came to Clara's side.

Clara was still abroad, together with Steve.

Although I already knew from Instagram that they had met, I still felt hurt when seeing it for real.

Fortunately, I was already dead and wouldn't die again.

They were having dinner at a restaurant by the seaside.

It seemed like a romantic vacation destination here. Most customers were couples.

Steve gazed tenderly at Clara.

"Steve, why are you looking at me?"

Clara seemed a bit shy as she spoke, with a hint of coquetry in her tone.

I used to watch her like this.

But one time she got really angry and swept the food I made for her off the floor.

She told me not to look at her like that anymore.

It turned out that my gaze reminded her of Steve.

The violinist in the restaurant probably saw their ambiguous atmosphere and came over.

"Sir, would you like to choose a song for your wife?"

Clara looked a bit awkward and wanted to explain.

But Steve was faster and chose a song, saying it was for his beloved.

Their ambiguous gazes intertwined and Clara agreed.

As the melodious sound of the violin played, the dishes were also served.

I saw minced celery in the dish. Clara was allergic to it.

I waved my hands trying to stop Clara from eating this dish, but now I was just a soul, and no one could see me.

I watched helplessly as Clara took a bite of the food containing minced celery.

Soon, allergy symptoms appeared and Clara couldn't breathe.

An ambulance rushed in the chaos.

In the hospital, after treatment, Clara woke up.

Steve looked at her with blame and anxiety, "Do you know you are allergic to celery? Why didn't you pay attention? You almost died."

Clara was stunned, with a strange look in her eyes.

How could she not remember what she was allergic to? It was just that she was used to being cared about.

In these five years, I had taken care of her in every detail. Every time we had dinner outside, I always reminded the waiters not to put celery as seasoning.

Gradually she had become accustomed to me considering everything for her in advance.

She said, "I have forgotten."

Steve lowered his eyes, hiding his expression, "It seems that he has taken good care of you, and I have neglected it."

Clara stared at the light above her head quietly.

Steve seemed dissatisfied, "Have you already fallen in love with him?"

I looked eagerly at Clara. I wanted to know the answer more than Steve did.

Her lips moved, but she ultimately didn't speak.

Steve became anxious, "Clara, if it weren't for them forcing me to leave you back then, we should have had a happy marriage. How could you fall in love with him?'

Listening to Steve's righteous nonsense, I angrily swung my fist at him, but it just passed through his body.

I slumped my arms and clenched my fists tightly. He was just a latecomer. Who gave him the right?

Clara turned to look at Steve, "I didn't. I just got used to him. It's as normal as having a pet for five years."

Steve bent down and hugged her.

Yes, Clara's love gave him the right.

I couldn't bear to watch anymore and walked to the farthest place from them.

They came back.

Clara returned to our little home.

"Why is it so dark?" She murmured.

Because I was already dead, there was no one to leave a little lamp for her anymore.

She searched everywhere in the condo but couldn't find a trace of me.

Impatiently, she took out her phone and wanted to call me.

It had been many days since we last contacted. She scrolled for a long time before finding our chat box.

Looking at the chat history still stuck on the last call, she was stunned. She seldom contacted me during business trips, but I would share a lot of information with her on my own.

But now she couldn't see a single message.

The light from the screen illuminated her face, making her expression look a bit gloomy.

She was about to send me a voice message, but a dialogue box popped up.

Steve asked her out for a meal.

She agreed, and then hurriedly left.

Our home returned to silence.

Steve was waiting for her downstairs. She saw him and ran over.

"Clara, you live in such a place. How did the Chambers family become so shabby?"

When we got married, Clara said she liked a cozy little home, so we chose a regular twobedroom condo in the city center close to her company.

I personally designed the decoration of our home, pouring my longing for a home into it.

Clara looked at Steve with a complicated expression, "In college, you once said that smallsized houses feel more like home."

Steve hesitated for a moment and immediately said, "I'm sorry. It has been too long and I forgot. I just subconsciously thought you deserved better."

Clara's expression softened a bit.

But I felt a pang of heartache.

I thought that she wanted an ordinary and common little home. Actually it was their wish. I was just a clown.

In the restaurant, I looked at them indifferently.

Steve proposed to Clara.

He said, "Back then, the Chambers Family forced me to leave and even faked my death to make you give up. Now we are both stronger and can stand up against them.

"I hope we can start over and make up for the regrets of the past five years."

Clara looked at him but didn't say anything. I caught a glimpse of her hand on her lap unconsciously spinning our wedding rings.

Steve spoke again, "Clara, do you remember what day it will be in a few days?"

Clara seemed to recall the past and smiled, "I remember. It's the day you saved me, and also the day we met."

In college, a poor but talented student and a rich girl had an encounter after a heroic rescue.

It was remarkable, and started the youth campus drama.

Seeing her smile, Steve continued, "Clara, I'm not forcing you to make a decision, but I want to walk with you towards the altar of our love on that special day."

Clara agreed and discreetly took off her wedding ring and put it in her bag.

The red mark on the ring finger was still there, and a new ring is worn on it.

She posted on her Instagram: [After ten years, it finally comes to a perfect end.]

As night fell, Steve asked Clara to go back to the hotel with him.

But Clara refused, saying that she wanted to handle the divorce with me properly and be with him in a legitimate way.

She returned to our home again, but still didn't see me.

This time, she dialed my phone number without hesitation.

'"Why aren't you at home? Where did you go?

"Didn't you want a divorce? What's the matter with you disappearing now?

"I promise you, we will get divorced.

" You have half an hour. Come immediately."

I used to come soon every time she called me, but it was impossible this time.

"Anson has been cremated and may not be able to come, Miss Gates."

Callan answered the phone. His voice was almost devoid of warmth.

"What do you mean?"

Clara couldn't believe what she heard. Her expression was very surprised.

"I said, Anson is dead, Miss Gates. Don't you understand human language?"

Callan couldn't hide his anger.

"Hey, you are Callan, right? I recognize your voice.

"Is this Anson's trick to get my attention? Is he jealous of Steve?"

After Clara recognized Callan's voice, her expression immediately became disdainful.

She knew that it was Callan who forced Steve away back then, so she deeply resented him and naturally didn't believe any words he said.

"Clara, I don't care you believe it or not. Tomorrow is Anson's funeral. You can come and see if it's true or not!"

Callan hung up the phone directly.

Clara looked at the chat box, and bowed her head in silence for a long time.

But then she laughed mockingly and said to herself, "How could Anson die? He was fine before I left. It's just a trick. Aren't the Chambers family good at it?"

She may not have noticed that she wasn't confident at all. She called Steve and told him to come and watch a good show tomorrow.