NovelEnglishAlways 1 "We've looked into your case. You've been missing for five years. Two years ago, your husband had you declared legally deceased and removed from official records. We managed to get in touch with him, but... you should be prepared. He's remarried." Kelly Yeager sat frozen in her chair at the police station, struggling to process the officer's words. It all felt so surreal. Five years ago, she had traveled with a medical team to provide aid in Oasisvale, only to be taken hostage by terrorists. After enduring the suffering, she and her team had finally been rescued by peacekeeping forces, allowing her to return hat last. The thought of her husband, Eric Gray, had kept her going through all those years. From the moment they met in college to the day they married, their love had been everything to her. He was her whole world. She had often imagined their reunion —perhaps they would embrace through tears, overwhelmed by the miracle of finding each other again. But she never expected that she'd return to a life where he had already moved on. Outside, the Seaville city in Drakonia was bathed in the warmth of spring. The leaves whispered in the breeze, and the sunlight cast gentle golden hues. Kelly sat by the window, absentmindedly reaching out as if trying to grasp something familiar. Five years of desert life had made her a stranger to the world she once knew. The horrors she had witnessed left her unable to speak-her trauma manifesting as aphasia. On the day of her rescue, she cried as though finally releasing all the fear and grief that had built up over the years. She had believed that once she saw Eric, the wounds in her heart would start to heal. But reality slapped her in the face. Eric had erased her from his life in the third year of her absence. Not long after, he had married someone else. The police station door swung open, and a man hurried inside, his face filled with urgency. Though five years had passed, his appearance remained largely unchanged-except for a newfound maturity and steadiness in his demeanor. Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, his wealth was apparent. The watch on his wrist alone was worth a fortune. It was clear that life had treated Eric well in her absence. "Kelly ... " his voice trembled as he scanned the room. The moment his eyes landed on her, emotion flooded his face, turning his gaze red-rimmed. Kelly parted her lips, but no sound cout. If she hadn't heard it from the police herself that he had moved on, married again, and even had children-she might have believed, just for a moment, that he still cared. "You've been through so much," Eric murmured as he stepped closer, resisting the instinct to pull her into his arms. "Chwith me." Kelly didn't move. Could she even call it hanymore? "Kelly, you're safe now. It's all behind you," he reassured her, crouching to meet her eyes. Tears blurred her vision. The police must have been mistaken. How could the man who once adored her enough to climb a mountain at dawn just to leave a love lock at the peak have given his heart to someone else? Had it all been a lie? "Mr. Gray, I've already informed you about her condition," the police officer in charge of Kelly's case walked over and spoke softly. "The trauma has caused her to lose her ability to speak." A flicker of pain crossed Eric's face before he gently reached for her hand. Without resisting, Kelly allowed him to lead her out of the station, her steps slow and hesitant. She had believed that escaping hell meant she was finally returning to paradise. But reality sent a chill through her body. "Kelly, I'll take you to a hotel for now. A lot has changed over the years, and as for h... " Eric trailed off. He had no intention of bringing her back-he was afraid of upsetting her. Kelly took out a pen and paper, her hand moving swiftly as she wrote, "Takehome!" That house wasn't just a place to her it was their marital home. It was the symbol of the love they had shared for five years, the place where her happiest memories began. Eric froze, his expression unreadable. Seconds stretched into silence before he finally spoke, his voice heavy. "Kelly. I'm sorry." Her hands clenched, trembling. Even in the chaos of war, with bullets flying past her, she had never felt fear like that. Yet, he continued, "You were gone for five years. Everyone believed you were dead. I moved on and remarried. My wife and daughter live there now. Sorry, I can't do anything that would hurt them." At that moment, the heart that had been clinging to hope finally shattered.
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