Love stories about deception: Love Is a Heartache
That night, the rain was pouring heavily, and in the distance, the sounds of arguing and fighting could be heard. I saw a middle-aged man lying on the ground, beaten so badly that he could barely defend himself. I didn’t approach; instead, I hid nearby, watching silently. The assailants didn’t stop until the man was motionless. After they left, I went over to the man and squatted beside him, calling out softly. Thankfully, though he was seriously injured, his life wasn’t in danger. With great effort, I helped him up. I wanted to take him to the hospital, but he refused. He asked me to take him somewhere quiet instead.
Seeing how badly injured he was yet unwilling to go to a hospital, I felt a mixture of fear and hesitation. I didn’t know him, and I wasn’t sure if he was good or bad. After a long internal struggle, I decided to take him home. I lived alone; my parents were away in another city.
I used the simplest methods I knew—cleaning his wounds and bandaging them with medical gauze. He lay on the sofa in the living room. Though our conversation was brief, I could sense the deep negativity within him. I smiled and told him that if it was hard to talk, he didn’t have to say anything. He smiled faintly and asked, “Aren’t you afraid I might be a bad person?” I glanced at him and said, “Yes, I’m scared, but I couldn’t just leave you there.” He laughed heartily. His mature face was quite handsome, and even though he was middle-aged, there was still a trace of youthful energy in him. Compared to other men his age, he was far more attractive.
That night, I slept in my bedroom, and he slept in the living room. Having a stranger in the house made it hard for me to sleep. I kept thinking about the scene in the rain. Women’s intuition is often accurate, and I had a feeling he wasn’t a bad person. He must have gotten into some trouble or offended someone, which led to the fight I witnessed.
Two days later, his injuries had mostly healed. He told me his name was Anran, and he was 44 years old. He began to explain what had happened that night. He had fallen in love with a woman, but as absurd as it sounded, that woman had deceived him. They had been together for so long that he couldn’t even remember how many seasons they had spent together, how many storms they had weathered. They had been deeply in love, but eventually, everything changed.
Anran continued speaking, and I listened attentively, growing more curious about this man. He had adored that woman, loved her deeply. No matter what she asked, Anran would go to great lengths to fulfill her wishes, and that made the woman very happy.
One day, the woman told Anran that one of her classmates, also a business owner, had a promising enterprise, and she wanted Anran to invest in the project by merging his company with her classmate’s. At first, Anran didn’t agree, since it concerned the future of his entire company. That was their first argument in their long relationship. A few days later, Anran couldn’t bear the tension any longer. Seeing her frown, he felt deeply troubled. The woman told him again that she was only thinking of their future together. She said that if the project succeeded, they could make millions and start an even larger company, eventually becoming world-renowned entrepreneurs.
Anran couldn’t resist her persuasion. She leaned into him, playfully shaking his arm and lying in his embrace. He finally agreed. However, just a few days into the partnership, problems began to surface. The company’s finances were in trouble, and when Anran checked the accounts, he was shocked to find that all the funds had disappeared, and none of the financial records made any sense.
He became suspicious and called the woman. When she answered, she apologized. At that moment, Anran realized he had been deceived. The woman told him she needed a large sum of money to pay for her husband’s medical treatment. Husband? It turned out she had been married all along. Her deceit had been so deeply hidden. After all those years together, after all those romantic and happy moments, everything had been a lie.
She had been with him for his money. That was all.
Anran let out a bitter laugh. I felt sorry for him. The classmate she had mentioned? That was her husband. Anran laughed again, but this time it was a laugh at himself—a laugh at his own foolishness. He couldn’t believe that the woman he had loved for so many years, with whom he had shared such beautiful memories, had shattered his happiness in an instant. He wanted to piece it all back together, but now he was too afraid to trust in love again. He said he had lost not just love, but also his faith in it. His heart was in agony.
Anran said he wasn’t going to pursue the matter anymore. “If she loves money so much, then let her have it,” he said. “I’ll just start over.”
I told Anran not to regret having loved. Although he had lost her, he had still experienced that love. I suggested he shouldn’t question the moments they had shared. Perhaps, in deceiving him, the woman’s heart had hurt more than his. Sometimes love involves deception, but love that hasn’t been tested isn’t truly love. Anran thanked me for taking care of him over the past few days and said it was time for him to leave. I gave him my phone number and told him that if he ever needed someone to talk to, I’d be there to listen.
One day, I saw a news report on TV. A reporter asked a woman why she had done what she did. The woman, named Lin Rui, said she had been deceived too. Her husband had told her he was terminally ill and needed a large amount of money for treatment. She felt tremendous guilt for falling in love with another man, a man she couldn’t live without. But when she found out about her husband’s illness, she was powerless. She felt deeply sorry for him. Her husband had told her that if they got the money, everything would be fine, and his illness would be cured. But where could she find such a large sum? Knowing that she loved Anran, her husband had set up this trap. He promised her that once they had the money, he would let her be with Anran forever.
But deceiving the man she loved broke her heart. She couldn’t bear it. She had no reason to stay with Anran anymore, knowing that her love had been tainted by lies.
As I watched the news, I realized that the woman was her, and the man she had wronged was Anran. The fight I had witnessed in the rain was between him and her husband.
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