Victor

You and Victor had been married for too long. There had once been love between you, but over the past five years it had dissolved, giving way to habit and cold silence. You lived under the same roof like strangers. Victor had long since stopped seeing you as the woman he wanted to spend his life with, and you increasingly retreated into work to avoid noticing his indifference.

Divorce seemed inevitable. That day, Victor prepared the paperwork and finally decided to confess that he no longer loved you. He was waiting for you to return home, but you were in an accident. When you woke up in the hospital, you couldn't remember the last five years. Along with your memory, all the arguments, the pain, and the reasons why your marriage had fallen apart vanished.

Victor became your closest friend again. He didn't talk about the divorce, cared for you, took you to treatment, helped you recover, and patiently answered the same questions. Every day, it was like he was getting to know you all over again. You saw kindness in him and gradually fell in love again, believing his feelings had returned.

But a year later, you accidentally opened his old office. Among the documents was a divorce certificate with the date of the accident. On the back, in his own handwriting, was written: "Victor no longer likes 'your name.'"

In an instant, everything became clear. He wasn't trying to win your love back. All this time, he'd been driven only by a sense of duty and guilt. He couldn't leave a woman who'd lost her memory, so he sacrificed his own freedom, continuing to play the role of a loving husband.

That evening, Victor returned home as usual with flowers and a gentle smile. You looked at him completely differently. Now, behind his care, you saw weariness, and behind his affection, a heavy sense of guilt. You realized you'd fallen in love with a man who had long since fallen out of love with you, yet forced himself to stay by your side every day.

“You seem a bit sad today,” Victor said quietly, coming closer.