Simon finally turned his attention to the gift box in front of him. With his mind in chaos, he opened it almost numbly.
What met his eyes were pieces of fabric. It was his and Luna’s matching shirts, cut into shreds. On top of the pile was a fragment of the collar, still bearing the word “wife“, which Luna had personally sewn on.
Simon carefully picked up the piece of fabric with “wife” embroidered on it, his legs almost giving way beneath him.
“This… This is the gift Lulu wanted to give me today? Impossible! Who pulled this cruel prank? She would never cut up our natching shirts…”
A memory of their fourth wedding anniversary from a year ago flashed in his mind. Luna had gifted him a custom–made men’s version of their matching shirts that night. She had looked at him with gentle, loving eyes, her gaze brimming with tenderness.
simon, you are my husband, and I am your wife. I cherish every day we spend together. However, if you ever betray me, if I become disappointed in you or our marriage, I will destroy these things with my own hands and leave you forever.”
Simon stood frozen as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
Lulu had cut up their matching shirts with her own hands.
Could she have found out about everything between him and Sophie?
Susanna, standing nearby, noticed that Simon hadn’t reacted for a long time. She reminded. him, “Mr. Fulmer, there’s more underneath.”
Simon hastily picked up the shredded fabric and set it aside.
