Chapter 1

My wife Mira's first love moved into our house after he got sick.

Mira immediately became gentle and attentive, rushing home from work every day to take care of her first love.

I urged her to keep her distance from him.

But she said, "I just want to make up for past regrets."

I couldn't win the argument, so I left home heartbroken.

That's when a woman's figure blocked my path.

I looked up in disbelief to see the woman I'd secretly loved for years, supporting herself awkwardly on crutches, yet with tender eyes.

Tears instantly filled my eyes.

In that moment, I suddenly understood my wife.

I couldn't help but grasp the woman's hand and say, "Come home with me. Let me take care of you."

"Why are you only getting back now? Hurry up and get inside. Don't let the cold air blow in—Liam can't handle the cold."

"Also, Liam is seriously ill. We need to be careful about his diet. I'm making special meals for him, and you should stop eating all that..."

Mira, wearing an apron, froze in place.

I didn't have time to pay attention to her as I carefully helped Anna along.

"Be careful. I'm replacing this door tomorrow—the threshold is way too high."

Anna didn't move.

She sighed deeply.

"Leo, I appreciate the gesture, but me moving into your house really isn't appropriate."

"I can manage on my own..."

Before she could finish, her left leg started trembling noticeably.

I quickly let her lean against me, my heart aching.

"How can you manage alone?"

"Your leg is in this condition—how can I not worry?"

Anna still stood stubbornly at the door, refusing to enter.

She was being so careful not to make any sudden movements—where was the confident woman she used to be?

Seeing her like this, I felt like I couldn't breathe from the pain.

I looked up, following her gaze, and Mira said in a heavy tone:

"You want to bring another woman into this house?"

"Did you ask for my opinion?"

Anna's leg could barely support her, and she quietly leaned more weight on me.

My heart clenched, and I said angrily:

"So what if I bring her in?"

"She's disabled. What could she possibly do?"

"She's already in this condition—don't you have any compassion at all?"

Mira let out a cold laugh.

"What does a disabled person have to do with me?"

"If people find out my husband brought another woman home and is openly making a fool of me, won't I be completely humiliated?"

"No! I don't agree!"

I was about to argue back.

That's when a man's weak voice called out from inside.

"Mira, where did you go? I feel terrible. Come here quickly!"

I felt relieved and said sarcastically:

"If people find out my wife brought another man home, I wonder if she'll have her reputation destroyed?"

Mira stared at me intently.

"How dare you? How dare you slander Liam?"

I shot back without hesitation, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

The man inside started moaning softly.

Mira panicked, gritting her teeth.

"Don't disturb Liam."

With that, she hurried toward the inner room.

I knew this meant she was backing down for Liam's sake—she'd agreed.

I helped Anna inside. Her foot had long since given out.

Once in the house, I quickly had her sit on the sofa.

She still said quietly:

"Leo, I really shouldn't intrude on your life..."

"I just wanted to see you from afar, but I... it's all my fault..."

"I think I shouldn't drag you down."

A scoff came from the kitchen.

"If you know you're disrupting someone's marriage, why are you putting on this act?"

I ignored Mira and helped Anna position her crutches properly, saying gently:

"Don't mind her. That's just how she is."

"Just settle in and stay."