Tragic Love Stories 1
After forty, the man’s career soared. He became a government official, made money, drove a car, and had many social engagements, which naturally led to more women in his life.
He often didn’t return home, claiming to be working late or socializing, but in reality, he was spending nights with different women. For him, life was about enjoyment. He thrived in the world of neon lights and carnal pleasures, playing with women but not with emotions. These women, of course, were after his money and power.
He wasn’t afraid of his wife finding out about his indiscretions. If she did, the worst that could happen was divorce, which he had long considered. When his secretary told him she was pregnant, he decided it was time to divorce. He made a point of calling home, saying he would be back for dinner that evening.
In the evening, when he returned home, the house was filled with the familiar aroma of home-cooked food. The scent was so familiar that he closed his eyes to savor it, and his stomach grumbled in response.
“Hey, Dad… you’re back?”
The man looked up at his son. The kid had grown taller in just a few days. He nodded and asked, “Where’s your mom?”
His son pointed to the kitchen and then retreated to his own room.
The man didn’t want to waste time. He walked into the kitchen and said to his busy wife, “Stop what you’re doing. I need to talk to you.”
His wife quickly put down the spatula and asked, “What is it?”
The man said calmly, “We don’t have any feelings for each other anymore. Let’s get a divorce.”
His wife shuddered and asked in a trembling voice, “Why? Have you… had an affair?”
The man nodded and continued, “Even if I hadn’t, I would still want a divorce. A loveless marriage is like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples. I’ve had enough.”
His wife twisted her fingers forcefully, remaining silent.
At that moment, the man noticed a long cut on his wife’s finger, the wound gaping like a child’s mouth. He asked in disgust, “How did you get that?”
His wife stared blankly, as if she hadn’t heard him, but their son stretched his neck and said, “Mom said you love chicken. When she heard you were coming home, she bought a live chicken, killed it, and made chicken soup. That cut happened when she was killing the chicken.”
The man couldn’t help but regard the cut differently. He instructed his son to bring the first aid kit and personally bandaged his wife’s wound. She winced in pain, and the man carefully examined her hands, noticing they were covered in scars, old wounds barely healed before new ones appeared.
He was moved and asked in surprise, “How did you get these injuries?”
His wife stared blankly into the distance as if she were in a daze. Their son called out to her loudly, snapping her back to reality. She said to him, “Dinner will be ready soon,” and continued cooking as if nothing had happened.
The man didn’t bring up the topic again. He wasn’t a heartless person; he knew how his wife had gotten those injuries. He owed too much to his family, to his son, and to his wife. Because of the wounds on his wife’s hands, he couldn’t bring himself to divorce her; his conscience wouldn’t allow it.
When his secretary found out, she cried and made a scene, extorting some money from him. Later, he heard she wasn’t pregnant at all…
That day, the man sat in his office all night. From then on, he went straight home after work. Home and work became his entire world.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
