My Wife Doesn't Love Me, She Only Loves Her First Love

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?