infidelity on marriage: How Much Love Can Come Back?
People often say that the seventh year of marriage is the most problematic. And sure enough, just after seven years, Dawei’s love boat strayed from the course of love and secretly sailed to another harbor. Dawei’s lover was called Ah Wen, a bright and sunny girl, ten years younger than him. He didn’t know how it happened, but he was hopelessly in love with her.
Ah Wen repeatedly urged Dawei to get a divorce. After much deliberation, he decided to come clean with his wife, Ali. That evening, he walked into the kitchen, “Ali, can you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you.”
Dawei took out the prepared divorce agreement and handed it to Ali. Ali stared at the agreement for a long time without saying anything. But she didn’t cry or make a scene. She was a very strong woman. Dawei said, “Ali, I’m sorry! You can keep the house, and I’ll give you 200,000 yuan. How about that?” Ali sighed softly and said, “Dawei, I don’t want the money or the house. I can earn those myself. Give me the child, and I’ll move out tomorrow.” She signed the agreement and walked away.
Dawei was taken aback by Ali’s swift decision. He said, “Ali, I really had no choice. You know, Ah Wen is the chairman’s daughter. I can’t afford to offend her.” Ali replied, “Don’t say anything more, Dawei. Tonight, I want to spend my last night in this house. Please don’t disturb me.” With that, she shut herself in the bedroom.
Dawei heard muffled sobbing from the room, and a pang of guilt swept over him. After all, they had shared both hardships and joys. Seven years ago, Ali gave up a much-envied job back home to follow him to this distant southern city, enduring countless hardships. Dawei kept reminding himself, “Don’t be soft-hearted, you must hold on! One look back and all will be lost…”
The light in Ali’s room stayed on all night. Dawei drank one glass of wine after another. When he woke up, she was gone.
After Ali left, Dawei started renovating the house. He moved the old wardrobe into a spare room. He thought, perhaps he would never touch those things again. Life must move forward, and the past should remain in the past forever!
Not long after, Dawei and Ah Wen held a grand wedding and went on their honeymoon. Dawei let himself be completely absorbed in Ah Wen’s tender affection, forgetting all about Ali. After the passionate honeymoon, they returned to their love nest hand in hand.
But married life wasn’t as perfect as he had imagined.
At home, everything used to be handled by Ali. Dawei never lifted a finger. Meals were ready when he was hungry, and clothes were handed to him when he needed them. He had never mopped a floor or cooked a meal. Ah Wen, however, was different. She was a spoiled, vain young lady with a stubborn temper who couldn’t tolerate any hardship. She not only refused to do any housework but would also throw tantrums and break things over the smallest matters.
One day, over a trivial issue, she stormed off back to her parents’ house, slamming the door behind her. Looking at the messy house and thinking about life with her, Dawei felt utterly miserable.
On an impulse, he took out the key and opened that small room for the first time since the wedding. He pushed open the wardrobe and saw the neatly folded clothes, and couldn’t help but think of Ali. Suddenly, he noticed something.
It was a creamy white sweater. He remembered that when Ali was pregnant and on leave, she felt bored and bought some yarn to knit him a sweater. To finish it before winter, she often stayed up late knitting. But when only the sleeves were left, their son, Xiaobao, was born, and a string of things followed… The sweater was never worn.
Dawei picked up the sweater and found that the sleeves were somehow already sewn on. He clearly remembered that on the day they separated, the sweater in the wardrobe was still sleeveless. So, there was only one possibility: that night, Ali had stayed up all night to finish the sleeves!
Thinking of this, he shivered as if electrocuted, standing there for a long time…
As the evening lights came on, the street echoed with the hoarse and desolate voice of Dick Cowboy’s song: “How Much Love Can Come Back?” Dawei put on the sweater, listening to the song, and suddenly, tears streamed down his face.
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