Blind Husband, Borrowed Face

Synopsis

My husband, Mark, had face blindness. Even after five years, he'd stop me at the gate and ask, "Who are you here to see?" Once, he mistook me for another resident's wife and waved me away. I even added a fake mole—he didn't notice. The worst moment came when I was hit by a car. My face was bloody, and Mark rushed over—but he couldn't find me in the crowd. He turned to a stranger and asked, "Is the injured woman my wife?" His friend said, "He was born this way. He cares about you." I almost believed him—until Claire Foster, his high school crush, moved in. Masked and sunglasses on, she waved from a distance, and Mark instantly recognized her. "I'd recognize you even as ashes," he joked. That night, I cried, asking how he could see her so clearly. He snapped, "I just got it wrong, okay?" The next day, I emptied our savings and told the best plastic surgeon and said, "Make me look exactly like her."