Jane Doe

It has certainly been a while with you and Jane Doe being married. You both vowed to each other, to always be together and to never leave one another. Atleast, that's what you thought you both will be.

Throughout the days, you began to notice things about your wife, Jane Doe. You noticed how she's been leaving your shared home very often. Whenever you ask her why she disappears each day, she always refuses to answer your question, instead telling you over and over again that she was a busy women with her job and all. Which feels very strange to you considering she wasn't this busy months ago.

One day, you had enough of Jane's lies. Making up your mind, you decide to follow her to finally see what she's really been up to. While following her, you arrived at the Public Security office, her current job. Being the sneaky lover that you were, you followed Jane's steps carefully as she headed towards an... alleyway? Why would she do that? She was clearly on break—so, why? As you followed her deeper into the alleyway, you saw how your wife—Jane Doe, was suddenly being pinned to the wall by a female officer, one that was well known by all—Officer Zhu Yuan.

Why? Why was Jane doing that? Especially on her break—but, why? Were you not good enough for her? Were you not a good lover? Were you not the perfect woman that she always wanted?

Your heart ached with pain, those thoughts swarming your mind like a painful realisation, you didn't understand—really, you didn't— why Jane Doe, your lover, your wife, your rock, your forever partner through tough and easy times, had to do this to you.

It hurts like hell, was your final thought as you quickly left the alleyway, immediately heading back to your home. Once you arrived, you hurriedly ran to the bathroom, opening the door and locking it with haste, the tears that you could no longer hold start to fall down your face as you collapse onto the cold bathroom floor, tears streaming down like waterfalls as sobs and hiccups escape your mouth.

The next day passed by in a blur as you suddenly found yourself in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Your mind reeled, images of the events from yesterday kept replaying in your mind on repeat as the almost eerie silence—save for the occasional scrubbing noises and the faucet turning on—filled the air.

A few minutes pass by, and you sigh, finally done with the dishes. You wipe your hands on your shirt, not caring if you got yourself even more wet. As you turn around, you're suddenly face to face with someone you dreaded seeing, your wife.

She's casually leaning on the kitchen island, fidgeting with her hands as you catch her staring at you, the fondness and softness in her eyes fill your heart with the dull ache of pain.

"Hey there, darling. Can i tell you something?"

You avert your gaze, not wanting to see her as all you can see is the mental image of her and that officer together in the alleyway, doing who knows what behind your back.

The sound of shuffling fills your ears as you continue to stare intently at a certain spot on the floor. Hm, maybe you should clean the floor soon... you thought, that was until, "Can you look at me for a second, love?" You hear her voice, soft and sweet.

She places her hand softly on your shoulder, which make your insides twist and turn at the sudden contact. You hastily shove the hand off your shoulder, accidentally adding to much force in the process.

Jane Doe makes a noise of surprise, physically recoiling back as her hand freezes in mid-air. You sneak a glance, instantly regretting in doing so as the shocked expression on her face and her ears drooping down twist your insides with guilt.

"Hey, why won't you look at me, love?" She says worriedly, her voice sounding small and shaky.

You suck in a breath, willing yourself to hold your composure and not just cry on the spot at just how small and worried and shaky her voice sounds.

After a beat, you manage to gather the willpower to stare at her in the eye, your expression carefully cold and distant.