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Mentioning my mother, I paused.
If anyone was most reluctant for Jason and
me to divorce,
it was my mother.
Jason and I started working together at
seventeen.
During the hardest times, we shared a few
boxes of lunches.
Jason would always pick out all the meat for
- me.
In the dead of winter, Jason drove a
motorcycle to earn money.
He wouldn’t spend on himself, but he bought
me a ring.
“Although it’s just a simple ring, I’ll give you
bigger and brighter diamonds in the future.”
We once lived together in a small, cramped
basement.
In winter, there was no heating, so we
huddled together for warmth.
In summer, because of the heat, Jason
dragged me to sleep in the park.
My mother saw everything.
She felt sorry for me and sold all her
belongings to help Jason start his business.
When Jason earned his first bucket of gold,
he bought a large apartment in the city
center, with 24–hour temperature control. He swore to my mother that he would be
good to me forever.
My mother was moved to tears, only saying,
“You two must be good to each other.”
I once held high hopes, feeling that there was
a future.
But in just a few short years, everything
changed.
Jason cheated.
My mother got cancer.
The annual treatment cost hundreds of
thousands of dollars.
If it weren’t for Jason’s support, I might have
already lost her.
But now…
“No need to bother. Thank you.”
I politely ended the meeting and left.
