Chapter 17 Better to Forget

In the villa.

"Joey, this is our home." Yuri took out the slippers and put them on for her.

Joey looked around expressionlessly.

It was as if she had been here before. She was certain at first sight.

When she first stepped into Farad's house, everything inside was unfamiliar to her. However, this villa was different. It seemed that she was familiar with this place. She was shocked by her own thought.

Even the smell in the air was incredibly familiar to her.

She walked slowly forward with her walking stick, led by her legs. She went to the kitchen.

The apron with a cat on it, the pads on the refrigerator, and the cooking utensils …

Her head suddenly hurt.

She turned around, seeing Yuri was staring at her.

The two of them just watched each other in silence.

...

Joey patted her head and told herself that they were her illusions. She refused to believe those scenes.

However, they kept coming out of her mind, making her feel extremely annoyed.

Did she really live here?

It was impossible!

She wouldn't be fooled so easily!

"Shall I show you upstairs?" Yuri followed behind her and tried to hold her hand, but was refused.

Glaring at him, she didn't want to be touched by a stranger.

Yuri didn't get angry and let her take the lead.

It took her ten minutes to go upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, Joey watched around.

"This is our … "Yuri suddenly stopped as he felt guilty. This was not "their" bedroom. They had been married for three years but lived separately.

"It was your bedroom." His throat was closing up. He was so selfish that he wished she could remember the good thing about him. She'd better forget that he had owed her so much.

Every piece of furniture was so familiar to her. She opened the wardrobe and suddenly felt that she had done it thousands of times.

The wardrobe was filled with clothes, dresses, coats, suits …

She noticed there was a shirt and blurted out, "how ugly it is."

Yuri was stunned for a while, "Then I'll buy a new one for you!" He didn't know Joey's taste, but he would like to buy everything for her as long as she would forgive her.

She ignored him and closed the wardrobe, going to see the dressing table.

Her gaze was fixed on a framed photo on it. In the photo, the woman's long hair was flying in the wind. She wore a yellow dress. Behind her was the beach. She was smiling but looked very lonely.

The woman was her.

"Now you should believe me. You're my wife, and this is our house." Yuri said gently, his heart filled with hope.

But she still looked doubtful.

"Are there any pictures taken at our wedding ceremony?" She noticed that nothing was related to him. His clothes were not in the wardrobe, nor his figure in the pictures.

She thought he was just deceiving her.

Yuri was speechless.

Suddenly, he thought of the marriage certificate!

He hurried to find it, "Wait for a moment!"

However, after searching every corner of the house, he failed to find the certificate.

He could not help but admit that he was the worst husband ever.

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