Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 20

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 20

A few days later, he sent a message that truly surprised me.

“Marceline, did you used to cook much when we were married?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Maria made roast chicken today. I took one bite and it reminded me of the one you made.”

“It doesn’t taste the same.”

I stared at that message for a long time.

Three years.

It took him three years to remember the roast chicken I made in the first year of our marriage.

“Really? I’d forgotten.”

After sending that, I turned my phone face down on the table and went back to my movie.

But Briar’s messages kept coming, more and more frequently.

Sometimes late at night, sometimes in the early hours of the morning.

The content grew stranger, too.

“Worked late tonight. When I got home, I almost called out that I was back, but the house was empty.”

“When you were here, you always left a lamp on in the living room.”

“I passed that bakery today. It made me remember that you liked sweets, too.”

I put up with it for a few days before I finally snapped.

“Briar, you’re a married man. If you have something to say, say it to your wife.”

He was silent for a full day.

Then, a long message came through.

“Marceline, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Ever since I married Chloe, I’ve felt like something is off.”

“I’m starting to notice all these things I never saw before.”

“You used to leave a lamp on for me in the living room every night, and you’d turn it off after I came home.”

“Every time you poured me water, you made sure it was warm.”

“You remembered exactly which cabinet all my shirts were in, and how my ties were arranged by color.”

“Chloe can’t seem to get any of those things right.”