Chapter 3

Liam couldn't stand it when I acted cute back then.

In my junior year of college, I went to an acupuncturist. To save money, and to help his leg recover faster, I taught myself acupuncture, pricking my own leg until it was covered in needle marks.

Later, he saw it.

His eyes immediately welled up, but he was furious.

I'd just hug his arm and pout, and all his anger would just melt away.

Then, with that handsome, cold face of his, he'd pinch my cheek, his voice still gruff as hell, "Try pricking yourself again, I dare you."

But now, looking at the face in the mirror.

I tried to make a playfully pouting expression.

Then I fell silent.

If I showed up to Liam with *this* face and told him I was his early-departed wife.

He'd probably call the police, thinking I was crazy.

But...

I miss him so much.

I just want to see him.