Elio returned home late every day, sometimes not coming back for days on end. It turned out he was spending that time with another woman at the hospital.

In these years of our relationship, what did I do wrong?

I spoke to myself as if seeking answers, but none came. Tears welled up uncontrollably, and I pressed my hand tightly over my mouth to stifle the sobs.

I desperately tried to find excuses for Elio in my mind—what if she was just Elio’s sister?

I had lost my appetite. After wiping away my tears, I returned to my hospital room, packed my belongings, and prepared to leave.

Back home, I...