Do I still love Betty? Yes, I'm not one to forget old flas easily.
If I had spent these three years awake, living day in and day out with Luna, perhaps my feelings for Betty might have faded, replaced by a growing bond with Luna.
But fate played a cruel joke on by putting in a coma for three years.
Luna cared for during that ti, but to , it felt like no ti had passed at all.
When I woke up, it was as if I had only been with Luna for a few days, and I had left Betty just days ago.
Yes, that's exactly how it felt.
Those three years ant nothing to , their only significance being that the events that occurred are now irreversible.
Back then, I felt utterly defeated, with no attachnts, not caring whether I lived or died.
But now, I have ties that bind—there's Luna, and there's Kevin.
Thinking of Kevin fills my heart with a gentle warmth.
He's so carefree, just like I was at his age.
To ensure Kevin has a complete childhood, I can't leave him.
Michael's childhood serves as a bloody reminder of how things can go terribly wrong, shaping his twisted personality today.
I'm no longer rash in my actions.
After so reflection, I suddenly find myself unable to even ntion Betty and Michael to Luna.
Luna was there for during my darkest tis, she bore Kevin for —she has given things Betty never could.
What right do I have to speak of another woman in her presence?
Even if I insist on bringing up Betty and Michael, even if I insist on going back ho to seek answers, Luna's fiery nature could lead her to stand on the balcony, holding Kevin, and threaten: "If you dare go back, I'll jump with Kevin..."
I believe she would do it, and then things would truly be beyond repair.
I'm completely caught in a dilemma.
I sat in the study for most of the night.
When I finally ca to and checked the ti, it was already 1:30 AM.
I hurried back to the bedroom.
The bedside lamp was on, and Luna was looking over so company reports, having not gone to sleep.
I knew she was waiting for .
She knew I was in the study but didn't disturb .
"I'm sorry..." I said sincerely as I approached the bed.
"Can I still call you my husband?" Luna asked, putting down the reports and looking at .
I didn't hesitate.
I nodded.
It felt completely natural for Luna to call that, and I felt sowhat guilty for not having given her a proper title, despite her doing everything a wife would do.
"From now on, you don't need to say 'thank you' or 'sorry' to . It makes uncomfortable... I just want you to know that I'm willing to do anything for you, and you should feel that it's only right for to do so. Let's go to sleep now..."
Luna's words were brief but clear, expressing her stance completely.
Lying in bed, Luna still holding , I looked out at the moonlight, so bright and clear.
When I was a child, I saved Luna.
Was it a blessing or a curse?
Without Luna, I might have died many tis over.
She saved from dangers at work, she rescued from disputes in life, always having soone by my side.
The depth of her devotion and my guilt might forever prevent from speaking up, forcing to bury Betty and Michael deep within my heart.
Having been out of touch for so long, perhaps Betty and Michael already think I'm dead.
Maybe it's better to let them think that.
From now on, there's no more Justin; I only exist as Luna's husband and Kevin's father.
Luna could easily give a new identity, and once I've adjusted, I'll use that new identity to give Luna the recognition she deserves.
The next day, Luna handed a brand-new iPhone, complete with a SIM card.
Since waking from my coma, she hadn't given a cell phone; I'd been using the landline in our villa.
Luna suddenly giving a phone caught off guard.
Wasn't she afraid I'd use it to contact Betty or Michael?
After so thought, I realized this might be Luna's way of showing she didn't want to control or influence my decisions, letting choose freely—a true act of love, despite her fear of losing .
Even though I had been unconscious for a long ti, I still rembered the landline number at ho, as well as Betty and Michael's cell numbers.
The phone already had a few numbers saved: Luna's, Kevin's kids' smartwatch, the butler's, and the head of security's.
Privately, I picked up the phone several tis, intending to call Betty.
Even if I didn't speak to her, just hearing her voice after the call connected, to know she was alright and hadn't changed her number, would've been enough.
But each ti I dialed the number, I lacked the courage to actually make the call.
In the days that followed, I lived a normal life, idling away my days in the villa, occasionally stepping out with security in tow.
Luna didn't restrict my movents; even the house staff didn't impose any limits.
I was truly free, and Luna spent most of her ti with .
I tried hard to forget the past, but it was impossible.
One morning, I woke up to find Luna not by my side.
On my nightstand, there was a familiar-looking brown paper bag.
Curious, I opened it and was stunned by the contents—it was sothing I had taken from the company safe three years ago, a device resembling a USB stick.
Luna had ntioned that it contained secrets about my family, but I had never mustered the courage to look into it.
I put the item back and, still in my slippers, walked out of the bedroom to find Luna.
I found her in the dining room, reading the newspaper.
I breathed a sigh of relief; seeing the item earlier, I had feared she might have left sothing behind and gone.
It seed my worries were unnecessary.
Kevin was already finishing his breakfast, watching cartoons in the living room.
Since regaining my mory, I often suffered from insomnia, plagued by visions of Betty and Michael together, which didn't help my sleep quality.
Thus, I tended to wake up late.
"Go wash up and co eat..." Luna said, looking up briefly at the sound of my footsteps, noticing I was still in my pajamas.
"Oh... okay..." I quickly agreed and hurried back to the bedroom to change and freshen up.
By the ti I got to the dining table, Kevin had finished eating.
Luna ate slowly, chewing thoughtfully and elegantly.
She was a workaholic, always multitasking—eating while reading the newspaper or reviewing company reports.
"I..." I started, wanting to say sothing but unsure how to begin.
I wanted to ask about the USB stick but didn't know how to approach Luna or what attitude to express.
Did I want to uncover the truth?
Of course, I did.
But would looking into that USB stick hurt Luna?
Given the current circumstances, focusing on living well now seed most important, yet a part of couldn't let go of my concerns.
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