A Bouquet of Roses
Early in the morning, the woman was always the first to get up, preparing breakfast and waking up her husband and son. After that, she tidied up the beds and, once her son finished eating, sent him off to school.
Returning home, she washed the dishes, cleaned the house, and prepared lunch. She tirelessly busied herself with the household chores every day, finding joy in her routine. She never spent any effort on herself, neither caring about her appearance nor taking care of her looks. She dressed casually, making her look much older than her husband.
Once, her friends joked with her, “You know, you should start taking care of yourself. Being a good wife won’t keep your husband’s heart; you need to rely on your looks.”
She smiled but said nothing. She thought to herself: If a man truly gets tired of his wife and his home, can dressing up alone win back his heart? She sighed and shook her head. It wasn’t that she lacked a sense of crisis; she just felt that instead of doing something she didn’t like to please her husband, she’d rather be herself and let things take their natural course.
So, she continued not to care about her appearance or clothing, happily busying herself with her husband, son, and home every day.
One day, after sending her son off to school, she was about to tidy up the house when she noticed her husband’s briefcase had been left at home. Hesitating for a moment, she quickly grabbed it and took a taxi to her husband’s company. The guard recognized her and politely let her in.
She ran with the briefcase to her husband’s office door. Just as she was about to push the door open, she heard voices inside and decided not to go in. Instead, she quietly opened the door a crack and peeked inside. She saw her husband handing a large bouquet of roses to his young, beautiful secretary, saying something with an embarrassed smile.
This scene felt like a ruthless hand squeezing the woman’s heart. She wanted to kick the door open, grab the bouquet, and tear it apart, maybe even give that vixen a couple of slaps…
But in the end, she gritted her teeth and held back. Before tears could fall, she had already jumped into a taxi home. Back home, she threw the briefcase on the bed and cried her heart out.
Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door interrupted her sobbing. She quickly wiped away her tears and tidied her hair before opening the door.
Standing at the door was her husband’s secretary, holding a bouquet of roses. Smiling, she handed the vibrant roses to the woman and said, “Happy birthday, sister-in-law! Mr. Yan bought these roses for me to bring to you. He said today is your birthday… and I’m also here to fetch the briefcase. It’s wonderful to have such a husband!”
Before the secretary could finish her sentence, the woman’s tears flowed again, this time out of happiness and excitement…
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