After getting married, he didn’t want me to work as he was afraid that I would get tired and stressed, but I still insisted on working to avoid falling behind. Also, working would help me expand my social network, broaden my mind, and increase my family’s income.
After hearing my persuasion, he supported my decision. However, my husband said that if I ever changed my mind about working, I could quit my job at any time. Even if I wanted to start a business, he would be willing to borrow money for me to invest. Having such a considerate husband made me truly happy.
We lived harmoniously together and rarely argued. However, two years into our marriage, he suddenly demanded a divorce, claiming that I couldn’t bear him a child.
– We’ve been trying for two years now with no success. I’m tall and robust, so the problem must lie with you. You’ve always had weak health and frequent illnesses. I want to have my own child, and my parents are also eager to hold their grandchild. So please set me free.
His words broke my heart. I suggested that he get checked to identify the issue and seek treatment together, but he adamantly refused and insisted on filing for divorce. After much persuasion, I eventually gave up and signed the divorce papers.

He firmly believed that I was infertile, which led to our divorce. (Illustrative image)
I will never forget that moment and the cold look in his eyes when he accused me of being infertile, a stark contrast to his usual self. It was as if my inability to conceive made me the culprit in his family’s eyes.
After the divorce, his family kept the matter of my supposed infertility confidential instead of spreading it around. This gave me the opportunity to remarry, as who would want to marry a woman who was not only divorced but also believed to be infertile?
Then, something miraculous happened after my remarriage. I discovered that I could get pregnant. I still vividly remember the early days after my remarriage, when I lived cautiously and fearfully, thinking that since I couldn’t have children, I had to excel in other aspects to make up for it. But just three months into the marriage, I became pregnant.
I was overjoyed and couldn’t hold back my tears. It turned out that I wasn’t infertile after all, and the fault didn’t lie with me. I carried this resentment throughout my pregnancy, waiting for the day my child would be born, as I was determined to show my ex-husband that the problem wasn’t on my side.
I thought he probably hadn’t had any children yet, while I had become a mother. The thought of it made me feel vindicated, as if I had finally gotten my justice. However, when I actually took my child to his house, it was his mother who answered the door.
– Is he at work? I asked.
His mother paused for a moment before softly replying:
– He’s gone.
This news struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had never imagined that what awaited me was such tragic news.
After giving birth, I took my child to my ex-husband’s house to prove that I wasn’t infertile. (Illustrative image)
She went on to explain that it wasn’t that I couldn’t conceive; my ex-husband had discovered he had cancer. Fearing that he would burden me, he had secretly used contraception, which was why I couldn’t get pregnant.
My ex-mother-in-law gazed at the child in my arms with a mixture of regret and admiration. She said softly:
– Take good care of yourself and your new family. That was his fate, and you shouldn’t dwell on it anymore.
It turned out that before he passed away, he had asked his mother not to tell me the truth, fearing that I would be heartbroken and tormented. I had never imagined that this man had loved me so deeply and had always considered my well-being.
From that day on, I lived my life differently, no longer carrying resentment in my heart but instead feeling grateful and cherishing the past. Because of him, I learned what unconditional love truly meant. Because of him, I learned to appreciate every day that I have.
Perhaps somewhere out there, he is smiling and watching over me, just as he did during our time together. And I will continue to live my life peacefully and contentedly, making up for the life he couldn’t fully live, so that the love we once shared doesn’t turn into regret.