Love's Betrayal: A Journey Through the Dark

I supported my husband, Mason Wilson, from obtaining an Associate Degree to obtaining a PhD degree with a meager salary.

He was about to graduate, and I was finally getting through it.

Unexpectedly, Mason secretly discussed with his mother, Tiffany Wilson, to divorce me!

Later, he knelt at my feet, crying and begging me not to leave...

1

Mason went to the nursing home to visit Tiffany.

She lived in a triple room.

Elderly people slept less, and no one took a nap at noon. The two old women went to the activity room to play cards, leaving only Tiffany, who was lying in bed with paralyzed lower limbs.

She was very excited to see Mason coming. Then, Tiffany ordered me to make coffee for him and scolded me for being stupid, "Isn't there any fruit in the dining room? Mason is here, so why don't you wash some fruits to bring over?"

"Tiffany, the fruit is for the residents of the single rooms. How can I get it?"

"How dare you say that? Isn't because you're reluctant to spend money that you made me stay in this shared room? If you had chosen a single room, wouldn't we be able to eat fruit openly and honestly right now?"

If it weren't for her limited mobility, she would probably jump up and point at my nose while yelling at me.

"Look at this room, Mason. There are three old ladies living here. Some of them get up at night, snore, and grind their teeth. Oh! I can't have a good night's rest. I often can't sleep all night long!"

Tiffany held his hand and shook her head as she spoke, expressing her extreme disgust for the room.

"I also eat poorly. People staying in single rooms have two servings of fruit per day, and they even have a snack in the afternoon, but I have nothing!"

"Tiffany, don't I bring you fruit every day? I was afraid that the sugar content in the snacks was too high, so I didn't dare give them to you."

"What kind of fruit is that? Hey, Mason, the fruits Lillian brings me are always half-eaten. Half an apple and half a banana. I don't know who eats them and leaves the leftovers!"

Hearing that, he was also unhappy. "Lillian, are you really giving my mom half a piece of fruit?"

"No, Honey. It's mainly Tiffany..."

"Mason, don't listen to her excuses!" Tiffany interrupted me loudly, "She made a promise to me initially, saying that I could reach out to her anytime if I needed anything. But now, Lillian often doesn't come to take care of me for the entire morning! She really doesn't care about me! Alas, Lillian is not my child after all."

Faced with her unreasonable accusations, I looked at Mason for help, hoping that he could persuade her.

He said solemnly, "Lillian, my mom is also your mom. You work here, so it's convenient for you to take care of her. You should still pay more attention to my mom. It's not easy for her to raise me, so you should be more filial to her."

I had to explain myself, "Tiffany, I have work in the morning. I always come half an hour early..."

"You are making excuses again!"

She pointed at my hand with excitement, but suddenly her finger drooped down, and her voice faded away.

An unpleasant smell came out from the quilt. Mason, who had just been sitting comfortably on the chair, suddenly jumped up like a rabbit, pinching his nose and hiding far away.

He probably felt it was inappropriate and cautiously asked, "Mom, do you need any help?"

Mason said this but didn't move a step towards the bed.

"No, no, you can't do this. Let Lillian do it. She specializes in this."

Tiffany weighed around 120-130 pounds. When there was no one else to help, I was the one who took care of her. Every time I finished cleaning up after her, I was drenched in sweat.

Today, Mason was here, and I wanted to ask him for some help. I didn't need him to clean up; I just needed him to assist me in supporting Tiffany. That way, I could save some energy.

"Honey..."

There was no one behind me. He had already slipped out the door.

I was stunned for a moment and forgot what to do with my hands.

Tiffany slapped the edge of the bed and started to scold again, "Do you dislike me? You pretend to be nice to me on the surface, but deep down you wish for me to die soon, don't you? Mason, come and take a look, see how Lillian treats me?"

There were two old ladies passing by the door. As they heard what the Tiffany said, they couldn't help but retort, Tiffany, you are so lucky! Where can you find such a good woman?

"Young man, your wife treats your mother very well. She visits Tiffany every day when she is free. No matter how many times Tiffany poops a day, Lillian always washes it clean."

She stopped howling and rolled her eyes at them at the door. "You are so talkative!"

I endured the unpleasant smell and quickly cleaned Tiffany, applied baby diaper cream, and changed her diaper. Then, I took the dirty pants and bed sheets to the bathroom outside to wash them.

The smell was so strong that I was worried that it would cause complaints from the two old ladies who lived with me, so I took it out to wash every time.

I had walked away, but Mason was still standing at the door with his nose half covered.

I quickly rinsed the items with water, soaked them, and thought since Mason was still here, so I decided to go back and chat with him for a while. I could come back later to wash the clothes slowly after he returned to school.

Just as I walked out of the room, I suddenly heard Tiffany screaming, "Divorce?!"