I was honored to marry the campus belle as my wife. She was not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but also came from a well-off family, helping me through the lowest point in my life.

However, after five years of marriage, there was always a thorn in my heart that could not be removed.

My mother's condition had worsened, and she missed her daughter-in-law and grandson very much, so she asked me to bring them to the hospital.

I called my wife and she promised, but I stood in the cold wind for hours and still didn't see her.

I called her again to ask where she was.

She said, "His old injury has recurred and it's serious. I have to go and see him."

I couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at her, "It's been five years, a whole five years! Is your ex really more important than me, than this family, than everything?"

I heard her impatient voice on the phone, "He once shielded me from a knife attack and saved my life. Can't you understand?"

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Beep beep beep...

She didn't give me any chance and hung up the phone directly.

The thorn buried in my heart for many years seemed to have turned into venom, spreading rapidly in my body. The pain was indescribable.

The phone rang again, it was my mother. She asked me, "Gene, have they come?"

Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I didn't know why, but I felt like crying.

Continuous chemotherapy had destroyed my mother's body.

I could hardly imagine how long my mother could hold on in this kind of pain.

Perhaps the belief that supported her to continue living was the warmth of the family, but I couldn't fulfill this simple request for her.

In some ways, I was an unfilial son.

In marriage, I was also a failed man.

A tear silently rolled down the corner of my eye.

I quickly wiped away the tears and choked out an excuse. "Mom, Hazel is busy with work, and Lucas is also taking extra classes. She said she will come to see you as soon as she's done."

"Oh, I see. Hurry up and come to me. I have something to tell you."

Mother said a few simple words and didn't say more. She hung up the phone directly.

My heart, once again, ached.

I could feel the disappointment and sadness in my mother's simple words.

But what could I, this unfilial son, do?

I hurried to the hospital ward.

Mother's face was pale. She wasn't happy to see me coming alone.

She held my hand and said, "If I'm gone, you must take good care of them. They are your only family in this world..."

My heart ached again. I knew my mother was afraid that I would argue with my wife because of this.

"Oh, by the way, there is a small hidden compartment in the wardrobe at home. You know about it. I have some savings and some things left for you, all in there..."

Mother's words were like a final testament.

I quickly asked her to rest and not think too much. "Mom, don't say so much. You will live a long life. Mom, please don't talk. Let me tell you the story that you love most. I specifically learned the tone from the professional teacher. I will definitely tell it well this time."

"Okay... okay..."

With her eyes closed, my mother still tightly held my hand.

I could feel her trembling, and a tear slid down her cheek.

While I was telling the story, I felt her hand gradually loosened.

"Mom? Mom!

"Wake up!

"Doctor!"

My mother had entered eternal sleep and would never wake up again.

I completely broke down.

I had never shed so many tears in my life.

The doctors hurriedly came and advised me to grieve.

But at this moment, I saw Hazel's ex-boyfriend, Terry Watson's Instagram profile, [In this world, everything is changing rapidly, and any feelings can be broken at any time, only the purity between her and me will not change!]

The picture showed Hazel cleaning up the messy bedroom for him, and Hazel smiling gently at the camera.

There were many people who liked it below.

I couldn't help but comment below, [It's nice].

Seeing my comment, Terry immediately replied, [Eugene, don't misunderstand, I just can't breathe because of the pain in the wound. I can't do housework, so I asked her for help.]

I didn't look anymore.

I was busy dealing with my mother's affairs in the hospital.

Not long after, Hazel called me. "Eugene, I will bring Lucas to see our mother later."

How ironic her words are.

My mother has passed away.

"No need," I said lightly.

Hazel thought I was angry and impatiently said, "Are you jealous again?

"I've explained it to you countless times. Terry shielded me from a knife attack. If it weren't for him, I would have lost my life!

"Are you really getting angry over such a small matter?

"Can't you show a little understanding?"

I'd heard this before. "Got it."

I didn't feel like saying another word, so I hung up the phone.

In the past, I never hung up her calls. I always waited for her to hang up first.

But now, I thought it was good to hang up the phone.

It seemed like there wasn't much to say to her anymore.

I hung up the phone, which seemed to make Hazel uncomfortable. She called again and said, "Can you stop messing around?"

I didn't reply. I was ready to hang up the phone again.

"You're tough, I'll bring Lucas to visit our mom right away, okay?" Hazel said angrily and then hung up the phone.

"Ha ha," I laughed.

How funny.

How ironic.

Do you want to come and see my mother's body?

Yes, for so many years, Hazel had been using these excuses.

At first, I sometimes thought it made sense, after all, her ex saved her life.

And at that time, Terry's contact with Hazel was not much. They just occasionally greeted each other, and we gathered a few times a year.

But everything changed since Terry got divorced.

Their contact became frequent and somewhat different.

It seemed like they were as intimate as a couple in love.

As long as Terry called, Hazel would drop everything to accommodate him.

I remembered the year my mother had just been discharged from the hospital.

After I took her home, she missed Hazel and her grandson very much, and asked me to call Hazel and Lucas to come back to the village together.

I begged Hazel for a long time, and she reluctantly agreed.

My mother was extremely happy about this and got up early in the morning, dragging her weak body that had just recovered from a serious illness to help me.

I told her to rest and said that I could handle it.

But my mother smiled and said, "My grandson will be back soon. He likes the dishes I cook. I have to show off my cooking skills and not let my grandson down."

Seeing my mother happy, I also smiled with relief.

We prepared a table full of delicious food.

We waited a long time. Hazel and Lucas didn't appear until all the food was cold.

I called Hazel again, feeling angry. I wanted to ask her loudly why she stood us up. But her phone was turned off the whole day.

Later, I found out that she was with her ex-boyfriend.

She even justified herself and said, "He got stabbed for me, so I have to take responsibility for him!"