Only After Losing Me Did My Husband Realize He Regrets It

After the explosion, I fled to a small border town and assumed a new identity, working at an environmental protection station.

Everyone believed I had died in that gas explosion.

For two whole years, my cenotaph was kept spotless—someone cleaned it every single day.

Until today.

A team from the higher-ups came to inspect our station.

The moment the door opened, I froze. Walking in was my former superior.

She stared at me in utter disbelief. "You're alive? Why didn't you come back?"