Summary
I have face blindness, so I have always recognized people by their clothing. My husband, however, never took it seriously.
When he heard that the woman he could never forget was having a difficult labor, he ignored my pleas and rushed all the way to Capital City.
She loved seeing him in black, so he bought himself a new black outfit and lost the blue robe I had sewn for him with my own hands.
A month later, he returned-only to see me holding another man’s arm, the two of us sweet and loving.
That man was wearing the very blue robe he had lost.
Later, I heard he went mad searching everywhere for proof, desperate to prove that he was my true husband.
But no one believed him.