Chapter 1

Marcus has face blindness.

We’ve been married for eight years, yet he can still mistake another woman for his wife when we’re walking through a shopping mall.

To help him with his condition, I signed him up for specialized visual training and tried to take him to his therapy sessions.

But today, I caught him on TikTok, showering a fashion influencer with expensive virtual gifts.

I smiled and asked him casually,

"Since when did you start watching this kind of stuff?"

Because of his face blindness, he always used to say everyone in short videos looked exactly the same to him.

He found it boring.

A few years ago, I suggested he download TikTok so we could post vlogs of our married life together.

He rejected the idea instantly. He said if his clients saw it, they would laugh at him for being childish.

Marcus leaned back against the sofa, guiltily rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"It’s nothing. It just popped up on my feed, so I took a look."

After saying that, he lowered his head again, his eyes glued to the screen, feverishly sending more gifts to the female streamer.

I clutched his medical files tightly in my hand.

I stared at the "No. 1 Fan" badge next to his username on the screen, and then looked at the woman with big, bouncy curls showing off her glamorous outfit. For a moment, I was completely dazed.

It wasn’t until that night, while searching through Marcus’s study, that I found a sketchpad.

The heavy sketchbook was filled from cover to cover with detailed, exquisite drawings of that same female streamer.

Every single page had a note written on it: Scarlett today.

Underneath the sketchbook lay nine hundred and ninety-nine movie ticket stubs—all for movies watched with the exact same person.

At that moment, the cold truth finally hit me. He didn’t have face blindness at all.

He just never bothered to remember my face.