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In my past life, I didn’t even go to college.
Because in a few days, Ethan and I were
getting married, and soon I had a child, so I
didn’t continue my studies.
Ethan stayed at the school for a while before
joining the army.
After that, we were separated by a great
distance.
He rose through the ranks, and wherever he
went, Linda, with her daughter, would transfer
there.
While I was stuck in a small world, serving my
in–laws and taking care of my children.
I watched my children grow from babbling
infants, clinging to me, to grown–ups
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moving closer to Ethan.
Later, I only found out about his wedding to
Linda’s daughter after the ceremony was
over.
I saw it in a photo from an old friend Ethan
and Linda were beaming, looking so
—
affectionate as they served tea to their
parents.
Later, my son repeatedly urged me to divorce. He said, “Mom, Dad has suffered his whole
life. If it weren’t for you, he would have been
with my mother–in–law a long time ago.”
“Mom, you two are not compatible at all. Why
can’t you let go?”
Even my daughter–in–law didn’t want to see
- me.
But what could I do? I wasn’t willing to give
up!
I wasn’t willing to accept that I cared for my
ight when they NOW
in–laws day and night when they were
paralyzed, while he was having affairs.
I wasn’t willing to accept that when my son
had a high fever in the middle of the night, I
ran five kilometers barefoot to the doctor
because I was so worried, while he was
teaching someone else’s daughter homework
with another woman.
I was even more unwilling to accept that I
gave up everything for this family, and in the
end…
He said.
They said.
Everyone said.
That I and he were not a match.
Everyone blamed me, why didn’t I let go?
But I didn’t.
Years of hardship etched deep lines on my
face, making me look old and worn.
Even in death, I would drag them down with
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- me.
As for whether they would be together after I
died, I didn’t care anymore.
I didn’t have the energy to care.
Finally, I died after my son once again urged
me to divorce.
He talked for a long time, and seeing that I
remained silent, he left angrily.
He didn’t know that the moment he slammed
the door, I had a heart attack.
I called out to him, but he didn’t look back.
At that moment, I regretted so much.
Why did I hold onto him…?
Why, because of him, did I waste my whole
life?
But thankfully, I was reborn.
Back to before I married Ethan.
Everything was still possible.
