My Wife Waited in the Wheat Fields

Ours was an arranged marriage. So, I ran away on our wedding night. I threw away my name and lived in exile for ten long years. It was only when I received the news of my father’s passing that I finally returned home. I was certain she would be long gone by now. A wife whose face I had only seen once. And yet, there she was. Looking just as beautiful as she did the day I left.