Depois que morri, minha esposa ficou muito desinibida
Seis anos de casamento, trabalhando incansavelmente, achei que poderia aquecer o coração dela, mas não esperava que tudo terminasse com o retorno do seu amor do passado ao país. Eu não passava de um s
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My wife does not love me.
Even when I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, she never spared me a glance.
On our sixth wedding anniversary, she abandoned me to rush into the arms of her first love.
The candles had burned down. I called her one last time.
“Yueyue, when are you coming home? Today is our anniversary, I bought you—”
She cut me off, irritation in her voice. “There’s an anniversary every year, but he only comes back once after all these years. Why are you so anxious?”
“I went to the hospital for a follow-up today, the doctor said—”
“Chu Jianghe, I told you to stop pretending to be sick and pathetic in front of me. I won’t be coming home tonight!”
“If you want to die, then go ahead and die!”
…
My wife, Jiang Yue, was at that moment wearing a red slip dress and holding a bouquet, standing before a sharply dressed man.
That man was her childhood sweetheart, Cheng Jun.
Seven years ago, he left without a word and went abroad.
At that time, Jiang Yue was at her most vulnerable, which is why a lovesick fool like me was able to marry her.
Though I always knew she still had feelings for him, I believed that if I treated her well enough, there was no heart that couldn’t be warmed.
But now—
As a soul, I watched her, eyes red, gazing at Cheng Jun with deep affection.
“Ah Jun, these seven years, I’ve thought of you every moment.”
“From now on, promise me you’ll never leave me silently again, okay?”
In seven years, she had never spoken to me i