A ruthless misunderstanding disrupts the pace of happiness

A ruthless misunderstanding disrupts the pace of happiness. When the knot of fate is finally opened at a price, it is too late. I brought my mother-in-law home to spend her old age, but...

My husband didn't leave, so we looked at each other in the darkness. My husband slowly lay on top of me, his tears soaking into the quilt. But in my heart, many things are already very far away, so far that I can't reach them even if I run hard. I can’t remember how many times my husband told me ‘I’m sorry’. I thought I would forgive, but I couldn’t. The cold look he gave me in front of the girl in the western restaurant will never be forgotten in my life. We left deep scars on each other's hearts. Mine was unintentional; his was deliberate. Looking forward to burying the hatchet, but the past cannot be repeated! Except that my heart feels warm when I think of the child in my belly, but towards my husband, I feel as cold as frost. I won’t eat anything he buys, don’t want any gifts from him, and won’t talk to him. From the time I signed that piece of paper, marriage and love all disappeared in my heart. Sometimes my husband tried to go back to the bedroom. When he came, I would go to the living room, and he had to sleep back in my mother-in-law's room. At night, there would sometimes be slight moans coming from my husband's room, but I kept silent. This is a trick he is used to playing. In the past, as long as I ignored him, he would pretend to be sick, and I would surrender obediently and care about what happened to him, and he would grab me and laugh. He forgot that at that time, I felt sad because of love. Now, what else do we have? The husband's moans continued intermittently until the child was born. He buys things for his children almost every day, including baby products, children's products, and books that the children like. Packs of them almost fill his room. I know he moved me in this way, but I am no longer moved. He had no choice but to stay in his room and type on the computer. Maybe he was dating online, but it didn't matter to me anymore. Late one night in the late spring of the next year, I screamed due to severe abdominal pain, and my husband rushed in with a quick stride, as if he had not even taken off his clothes to sleep, just to wait for this moment to arrive. My husband picked me up and ran downstairs to stop the car. He held my hand tightly along the way and kept wiping the sweat from my forehead. When I got to the hospital, I was picked up and ran to the obstetrics ward. Lying on his thin and warm back, a thought suddenly broke into Xi Li: Who in this life will love me as much as he does? My husband held the door of the delivery room and watched me go in. With warm eyes, I endured the labor pain and smiled at him. After coming out of the delivery room, my husband looked at my son and me, smiling with wet eyes. I touched his hand. The husband looked at me, smiled, and then slowly and tiredly collapsed. I screamed his name, Mr. Pang, and smiled without opening my tired eyes. I thought I would never shed another tear for Mr. Pang, but the fact was that such severe pain as I had ever experienced was tearing through my body. The doctor said that my husband's liver cancer was already at an advanced stage when it was discovered, and it was an absolute miracle that he could persist for so long. I asked the doctor when he discovered it? The doctor said five months ago, and then comforted me: 'Get ready for the funeral. ' Ignoring the nurse's obstruction, I went home, rushed into my husband's room and turned on the computer. My heart was suffocated by pain. My husband's liver cancer was discovered five months ago, and his moans were real. I actually thought that the 200,000 words on the computer were a message from my husband to his son: Son, for you, I have been insisting. Waiting to see you before falling down is my biggest wish now. I know that you will have a lot of happiness or setbacks in your life. How happy it would be if I could accompany you through this growth process, but dad does not have this opportunity. Dad is on the computer and writes down the problems you may encounter in your life one by one. When you encounter these problems, you can refer to Dad's opinions. Pang Pang, my child, after writing these more than 200,000 words, I feel like I have accompanied you through the entire growth process. Really, Dad is very happy. Love your mother well, she works hard, she is the person who loves you the most, and she is also the person I love the most. From her son's kindergarten to elementary school, middle school, university, to work and love, everything is written down in detail. My husband also wrote me a letter: My dear, marrying you is the greatest happiness in my life. Forgive me for hurting you, and forgive me for hiding my illness, because I want you to be in a good mood and wait for the birth of the child. Dear, if you cry, it means you have forgiven me, and I smiled. Thank you for always loving me. These gifts, I am worried that I will not have the chance to give them to my child in person. Please give him several gifts for me every year. The date of gift delivery is written on the packaging box. Back at the hospital, my husband was still in a coma. I took my son over and put me next to him. I said, "Open your eyes and smile. I want my son to remember how warm he is in your arms." The husband opened his eyes with difficulty and smiled slightly. The son nestled in his arms and danced his little pink hands. I clicked the shutter, tears flowing freely on my face