Cannot Take Away the Sorrow

A woman married a man she did not love, just to use the dowry to pay off her father’s gambling debts.

Her father was not always a gambler; he was a genuinely good man. It was only after her mother passed away that he began to lose his will. Therefore, when he repeatedly sold off their possessions, leaving the home empty, she did not resent him.

In her heart, he was still her good father, especially when he was drunk and cried bitterly in front of her mother’s portrait. She felt both she and her mother owed him a debt, so she took it upon herself to marry early.

Such a marriage was inevitably fraught with conflict. The woman vented all her life’s grievances on him. She often thought about betrayal, deliberately making things difficult for him, but he was a man of good temper, accepting everything and always showing her great tolerance. She even secretly met with her first love a few times, and felt little guilt about it.

Several times, their marriage was on the brink of collapse. His good temper was like a gentle rope, slowly pulling back her wild love, like a runaway horse, saving their marriage from disaster time and again.

She thought she had mortgaged her lifelong happiness, but after being together for twenty-something years, she gradually felt his goodness. It turned out, love could be gained this way. She began to live a peaceful life. She thought, perhaps this was love.

Her love came very late, making her overlook much happiness. She started to restrain her behavior and began to love him sincerely from the bottom of her heart.

But that peaceful happiness lasted only three years before it vanished.

Her father’s bad habits were hard to change, and he racked up more gambling debts. This time, the amount was enormous, and she feared she could not fill that bottomless pit. Seeing her sorrowful eyes every day made him anxious too. He had just been deceived out of all his savings, and apart from their house, he had nothing left. In such a situation, no one dared to lend him money.

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