I met my ex-wife when I was 28 through a family matchmaker. At the time, our love wasn’t exactly passionate, but my parents urged us to marry quickly. She was a capable, gentle, and hardworking woman.
Before we married, I was working independently. After our wedding, she joined me in the cut-throat business world. Once, I encountered significant capital troubles. Without hesitation, she gave me all her savings and simply said:
– If we lose it all, we’ll start over. Stay strong, I’ll always be by your side.
I’ve always been grateful to her for that.
When she became pregnant, my parents moved in with us. Then, my sister divorced and moved in as well. Household chores piled up on my wife’s shoulders. She often complained about my sister’s laziness, but I didn’t pay much attention.
I used to think that since she used to handle a certain amount of work, having one more person in the house wouldn’t increase the workload, as the house didn’t get any bigger. So, I neither took her side nor tried to resolve the simmering conflicts in our cramped home.
My wife often complained about my sister’s laziness, but I didn’t pay it any mind. (Illustrative image)
As my career took off like a kite, I started drifting away from my family. I met Le – a gentle and empathetic woman. She made me feel valued and relieved whenever I confided in her. Gradually, I strayed into an extramarital affair.
My wife found out. She screamed, cried, and smashed things before demanding a divorce. Despite my parents’ objections, she insisted on taking our child with her, and I didn’t stop her.
A month after the divorce, I married Le because she was pregnant. I thought life would take a turn for the better, but life is never that simple.
My ex-wife kept calling, saying our child missed me and wanted me to visit. At first, I went to see them, but Le soon flew into a rage. She was jealous, hurling accusations and insults. There was even a physical altercation with my mother because Le thought my mother favored my ex-wife.
Le always suspected I still had feelings for my ex-wife. I was exhausted from trying to convince her otherwise. She suggested I help my ex-wife find someone to remarry so she would have someone else to rely on and stop bothering us.
I listened to her and even invited my ex-wife on a few blind dates, but each time, she found an excuse to refuse. Every refusal fueled Le’s anger. Finally, she demanded a divorce. I had no choice but to stop helping my ex-wife with the blind dates.
I cut off contact and no longer saw my ex-wife. She didn’t call anymore, and everything seemed to calm down.
Le always suspected I still had feelings for my ex-wife. (Illustrative image)
Last December, my ex-wife called and shared that she was getting remarried. I was surprised but also secretly happy for her. She invited me to the wedding. When I asked who the groom was, she simply said:
– Come to the wedding, and you’ll see.
On the wedding day, I dressed to impress, partly out of curiosity and partly to show off. But when the groom emerged from the ceremony hall, I was stunned. It was Tuan – my best friend, who had been my groomsman at my wedding with her. The same man who once called me his brother and shared life stories over drinks.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. I didn’t know whether to be happy or angry. Images of my wedding day flashed through my mind: Tuan standing next to me, congratulating me, and now, walking down the aisle with my ex-wife. How ironic!
After the wedding, I texted my ex-wife, asking why him? She replied:
– Because he still loves me and never changed.
Those words stabbed me like a knife. Could it be that Tuan had secretly harbored feelings for my wife all these years?
Now, my career is in decline. Le neglects our child and household chores, constantly fights with my mother, and my mother often suggests bringing my ex-wife back. But she has her own life now.
Only now do I realize how wrong I was from the start. Every night, I think of my son living happily with his mother and… my former friend. Thinking about it, my heart twists in pain. Perhaps, I let go of the woman who once gave her all for me.
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