Blurb：
For three years, Evelyn Reed lived as the invisible wife of Liam Hayes—a man who remembers every face except hers. Trapped in a collapsed mine shaft, mistaken for a stranger on their anniversary, and abandoned in a foreign prison, Evelyn endures the ultimate betrayal. When she witnesses Liam embracing another woman at the airport, the devastating truth unravels: his "face blindness" is a lie. Can Evelyn reclaim her identity, or will she remain forever forgotten? Dive into a story of love, deception, and a marriage built on secrets. Perfect for fans of emotional thrillers and dramatic romance.Content：
For three years, my husband, Liam Hayes, never really knew me.
He could remember every face in the world, except mine.
I’d change my hairstyle, and he’d ask, “Excuse me, miss, are you looking for someone?”
I’d wear a different dress, and he’d assume I was the new housekeeper.
On our anniversary, I was trapped in a collapsed mine shaft with employees from his company.
In the suffocating darkness, I groped my way to him and told him my name was Evelyn Reed.
He pushed me away with a scoff. “Stop pretending. My wife isn’t even here.”
It took the rescue team three days and three nights to dig me out.
That night, Liam raised a toast at a victory celebration. “Cheers, everyone. No casualties.”
He’d completely forgotten I was still lying in the hospital.
From then on, I only wore one color, kept the same hairstyle, used the same perfume – all just so Liam might finally recognize me.
But every time he saw me, Liam still looked at me like a stranger.
I thought it was heaven’s punishment for me.
Yet, on the day I flew abroad to celebrate Liam’s birthday, I watched him push through a crowded airport and accurately embrace a girl.
[Chapter 1]
It turned out, he couldn’t remember my face simply because I wasn’t the one he loved.
If that was the case, then let’s just fade into the crowd and forget each other.
The moment I turned to leave, I was surrounded by several foreign police officers.
They mistook me for some wanted criminal.
My broken French only made their faces colder.
They pushed me down, forcing me to my knees.
In a panic, I instinctively looked towards Liam, who was not far away.
“Liam Hayes! Help me! They’ve got the wrong person!”
I screamed with all my might.
He heard me and glanced over, his gaze sweeping across my face.
Then, as if looking at a stranger, he calmly shifted his eyes away.
“I don’t know her.”
That was the coldest sentence I’d ever heard in my life.
Fifteen days.
In dark interrogation rooms and cold prison cells, I counted the hours, enduring three hundred and sixty of them.
It wasn't until a DNA comparison report finally cleared my name.
[PAYWALL]
I dragged my exhausted body out of the police station, but instead of Liam, his secretary, Mr. Davies, was there to meet me.
Mr. Davies adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice thick with blame. “Ms. Reed, what on earth are you doing? Do you know Mr. Hayes waited for you at the airport for two whole hours?”
Any remaining warmth in my heart completely froze in the foreign chill.
The day I returned home, I was swarmed by countless flashing lights and microphones the moment I stepped out of the gate.
My wrongful imprisonment abroad had become a public scandal.
Finally pushing through the chaos and getting home, Liam’s first words were an accusation.
“How many times have I told you to wear a white coat when you go out? Why don’t you ever listen?”
He frowned, his tone like he was scolding an unruly child. “You know perfectly well I have face blindness; I can’t tell women’s faces apart.”
I clenched my hands.
He turned a page in his document, issuing a second instruction without looking up. “The PR department has drafted a statement. We’ll hold a press conference tomorrow.”
“You need to clarify things and apologize to the public.”
Apologize?
Who was I apologizing for? For Liam Hayes’s cold indifference, or for his supposed “face blindness”?
I looked at his unfeeling face and softly asked, “At the airport, the girl you were holding, who was she?”
His hand, turning the document, paused. A rare stiffness appeared on his face.
After a few seconds, he spoke. “There were too many people then. I thought it was you.”
I almost laughed, bitterly.
That day, the girl wore a bright, eye-catching red dress and had a voluminous wavy perm I had never worn.
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