8
In our first year of marriage, I told Ethan that I didn’t jump into the sea because of suicide,
and his mother didn’t intend to save me.
He didn’t believe me; he thought my PTSD
was fake.
He thought I was weak, unable to cope with
my family’s death, and trying to escape reality
through suicide.
He looked down on me.
Someone as worthless as me didn’t deserve
his mother to sacrifice her life for me.
When we argued fiercely, he choked me,
cursing me.
“Sarah, you have no right to mention my
mother! You killed her, you should be the one who died! Why don’t you just die!”
I didn’t die, I lived, but under his torment, my
condition worsened.
My thoughts returned, and Ethan slapped his
head hard.
“Sarah, I’m such an idiot! I should have
believed you, I wasn’t trusting enough, give
me a chance to make up for our past, okay?”
Make up?
This relationship was beyond repair.
I couldn’t even muster a perfunctory
response.
Ethan persisted.
“Sarah, the divorce papers you left in the
bedroom, I haven’t signed them yet, I won’t
sign them until you’re no longer my wife.”
I looked at him, amused.
“You didn’t read the agreement carefully, it
one party refuses to sign, the divorce is
automatic after two years. Ethan, it’s been
three years.”
My senior’s car arrived just in time.
I got into the car.
Ethan patted the window, his voice desperate.
“Sarah, I’m serious about you…”
The car started.
He called my name, chasing after the car.
Until he couldn’t catch up, and fell.
I once chased after his car, calling his name,
begging him to believe me.
The things that happened during our wedding
year were blurry in my memory.
A few days later, Ethan appeared in front of
me again, with an intermediary.
Tommy was now up to my waist.
Seeing me, his bright eyes were filled with
smiles.
me and Daddy?”
He wanted to run and hug me, but my gaze
stopped him.
I kept in touch with my best friend these
years.
I learned from her that after I left, Vivian, to
show her sincerity, had an abortion.
She moved into the house, taking advantage
of Tommy’s fondness for her.
She gave Tommy whatever he wanted.
He loved sweets; Vivian bought him all kinds
of candy.
These five years, he only ate, his grades were
average.
He had so many cavities.
His new teeth were not as good as his
original ones.
Tommy covered his mouth and cried.
“Mommy, my tooth hurts, can you take me to
the doctor?”
Before, he thought I was a bad mom for not
letting him eat candy.
Now he understands my good intentions, but
it’s too late.
I had no compassion, my voice distant.
“I’m not your mother, go to Linda if your tooth
hurts.”
Since he learned to speak, he had never
called me Mom.
When he saw the maids teasing me, he would
clap.
Sometimes, I even wondered if he was really
my son.
Now it’s all good.
If Tommy.loved me, I wouldn’t have had the
heart to leave him, and would have stayed in
that rotten marriage.
Tommy realized I had changed, he didn’t dare
approach me, only looking at Ethan
pleadingly.
“Sarah, I know you’re used to life in Hong
Kong and don’t want to go back, I can work here too. If you’re not feeling well, I can take
care of you.”
He reminded me that Landers Group also has
a branch in Hong Kong.
“Ethan, take Tommy back. I don’t need you
anymore, I have someone else, he’ll take care
of me.”
Mentioning my senior, I smiled rarely.
Ethan’s eyes were hurt.
“Sarah, do you know who he is? He probably
hasn’t told you his identity yet. He doesn’t
really love you.”
My senior’s real identity?
I was stunned for a moment.
“No matter who he is, it doesn’t affect our
love.”
I dismissed him.
Ethan left with a bad expression.
“Sarah, I won’t give up, I’ll make you love me
again!”
But I wouldn’t give him the chance.
To make Ethan give up completely, I skipped
the engagement and married my senior.
I underestimated Ethan’s methods.
