The Timid Snail

About this story

After waking up from an accident, the most shocking thing was that I had married him—the man I had secretly loved. But after the wedding, “I” bitterly hated him and clung to his younger brother. To get a divorce, “I” tried every trick and every kind of threat, even threatening suicide. He was devastated: “I’ll sign. Don’t do anything rash.” I tore up the divorce agreement and shyly held out my pinky to hook his. “If I told you the person before wasn’t me, would you… believe me?” He was stunned, and a tear rolled down his cheek. “I thought… you hated me for forcing the marriage…” “I thought… maybe… you didn’t need me anymore…”