I Don’t Understand Why I Became His Wife We Married Just Recently—I Thought My Husband Was Madly in Love With Me, Until One Mysterious Incident Changed Everything. It Wasn’t Infidelity, But Something Even Stranger and More Serious. Looking Back, I Realize I Probably Loved Him Too Much—Forgiving Everything, Putting Him On a Pedestal, and Hoping My Devotion Would Make Him Cherish Me. He Got Used to My Adoration, Became More Self-Assured, and Started Thinking Any Woman Would Worship Him at the Snap of a Finger—even Though He’s Not Really Admired by Others. Shortly Before Our Wedding, He Wanted to Be Alone and Go on Holiday—to Prepare Himself for Marriage, So He Said. I Accepted It and Let Him Go. Later, He Told Me He’d Gone to the Mountains to Escape Civilization—No Internet or Phone, Just Nature. I Stayed Behind, Missing Him Madly and Counting the Minutes Until He Returned. A Week Later, He Came Back—It Was the Happiest Day of My Life. I Welcomed Him With All the Warmth and Love I Had, Cooking His Favourite Meals. But the Next Day, Things Started Getting Weird. He Kept Rushing to the Hallway or Another Room and Soon, Began Leaving the House Several Times a Day With Different Excuses. One Day, On My Way to the Shop, I Found a Letter in Our Mailbox—Addressed to Me, From Him, Sent While He Was Away. What Was Written Inside Left Me Trembling: “Hello. I Don’t Want to Lie to You Anymore. You’re Not the Right Person for Me, and I Don’t Want to Spend My Life With You. There Won’t Be a Wedding. Forgive Me—Don’t Search For Me or Call Me, I Won’t Be Coming Back.” So Short, So Brutal… Only Then Did I Realize He’d Been Checking the Mailbox Constantly. Silently, I Destroyed the Letter, Saying Nothing, Never Letting Him Know I Knew. But How Can I Live With Someone Who Doesn’t Want to Be With Me? Why Did He Marry Me and Pretend Everything Was Fine?

I cant understand why I became his wife.

We were married only recently. I had believed my husband was passionately in love with me. There hadnt been any reason to question ituntil something happened that left me shaken. It wasnt infidelity. No, it was something far stranger and deeper.

Looking back, perhaps I was too eager. I adored him, forgave every slight, and loved him more than I should have. He grew accustomed to my devotion; it made him confident and inflated that stubborn pride of his. I imagine he fancied any woman would crawl at his feet with the snap of his fingers. Yet, among others, he wasnt particularly sought after No one else would have tolerated his missteps or trusted him so blindly.

Before the wedding, he announced he wanted time alone, needed a holiday to reflect and prepare himself for married life. There wasnt much I could sayso I accepted it and let him go off on his little retreat.

He later told me he had run away from the world, somewhere with no internet and no mobiles, just solitude in the hills to revel in nature. I stayed behind, missing him fiercely. Every moment felt heavier than the last, and I longed for him like mad.

A week later, he returned. That was the happiest day of my life. I welcomed him with all the warmth and tenderness I could muster, cooking him his favourite dishes.

The next day, things changed. He grew restless, darting repeatedly to the hallway and spare room. Soon, he began leaving the house several times a day, always under some flimsy excuse. When I went to the shop, I found a letter waiting in our post box. It looked quite ordinary. It was addressed to me, in his handwriting, sent while hed been away. But when I read it, my world tilted. He had written:

Hello. I cant deceive you anymore. Youre not the one for me. I dont want to spend my life with you. There will be no wedding. Im sorry; please dont look for me or try to call. I wont come back.

So cold, so briefcut sharp as a knife.

It dawned on me, finally, that hed been running to check the letterbox all along. I destroyed the letter without a word and carried on in silence, never letting him see that I knew. But trulyhow can I share my life with someone who never wanted to be with me at all? Why did he marry me and pretend nothing was wrong?