My Wife Doesn't Love Me, She Only Loves Her First Love

I was honored to marry the campus belle as my wife. She was not only beautiful and kindhearted, but also came from a welloff family, helping me through the lowest point in my life.

However, after five years of marriage, there was always a thorn in my heart that could not be removed.

My mother's condition had worsened, and she missed her daughterinlaw and grandson very much, so she asked me to bring them to the hospital.

I called my wife and she promised, but I stood in the cold wind for hours and still didn't see her.

I called her again to ask where she was.

She said, "His old injury has recurred and it's serious. I have to go and see him."

I couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at her, "It's been five years, a whole five years! Is your ex really more important than me, than this family, than everything?"

I heard her impatient voice on the phone, "He once shielded me from a knife attack and saved my life. Can't you understand?"

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Beep beep beep...

She didn't give me any chance and hung up the phone directly.

The thorn buried in my heart for many years seemed to have turned into venom, spreading rapidly in my body. The pain was indescribable.

The phone rang again, it was my mother. She asked me, "Gene, have they come?"

Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I didn't know why, but I felt like crying.

Continuous chemotherapy had destroyed my mother's body.

I could hardly imagine how long my mother could hold on in this kind of pain.

Perhaps the belief that supported her to continue living was the warmth of the family, but I couldn't fulfill this simple request for her.

In some ways, I was an unfilial son.

In marriage, I was also a failed man.

A tear silently rolled down the corner of my eye.

I quickly wiped away the tears and choked out an excuse. "Mom, Hazel is busy with work, and Lucas is also taking extra classes. She said she will come to see you as soon as she's done."

"Oh, I see. Hurry up and come to me. I have something to tell you."

Mother said a few simple words and didn't say more. She hung up the phone directly.

My heart, once again, ached.

I could feel the disappointment and sadness in my mother's simple words.

But what could I, this unfilial son, do?

I hurried to the hospital ward.

Mother's face was pale. She wasn't happy to see me coming alone.

She held my hand and said, "If I'm gone, you must take good care of them. They are your only family in this world..."

My heart ached again. I knew my mother was afraid that I would argue with my wife because of this.

"Oh, by the way, there is a small hidden compartment in the wardrobe at home. You know about it. I have some savings and some things left for you, all in there..."

Mother's words were like a final testament.

I quickly asked her to rest and not think too much. "Mom, don't say so much. You will live a long life. Mom, please don't talk. Let me tell you the story that you love most. I specifically learned the tone from the professional teacher. I will definitely tell it well this time."

"Okay... okay..."

With her eyes closed, my mother still tightly held my hand.

I could feel her trembling, and a tear slid down her cheek.

While I was telling the story, I felt her hand gradually loosened.

"Mom? Mom!

"Wake up!

"Doctor!"

My mother had entered eternal sleep and would never wake up again.

I completely broke down.

I had never shed so many tears in my life.

The doctors hurriedly came and advised me to grieve.

But at this moment, I saw Hazel's exboyfriend, Terry Watson's Instagram profile, [In this world, everything is changing rapidly, and any feelings can be broken at any time, only the purity between her and me will not change!]

The picture showed Hazel cleaning up the messy bedroom for him, and Hazel smiling gently at the camera.

There were many people who liked it below.

I couldn't help but comment below, [It's nice].

Seeing my comment, Terry immediately replied, [Eugene, don't misunderstand, I just can't breathe because of the pain in the wound. I can't do housework, so I asked her for help.]

I didn't look anymore.

I was busy dealing with my mother's affairs in the hospital.

Not long after, Hazel called me. "Eugene, I will bring Lucas to see our mother later."

How ironic her words are.

My mother has passed away.

"No need," I said lightly.

Hazel thought I was angry and impatiently said, "Are you jealous again?

"I've explained it to you countless times. Terry shielded me from a knife attack. If it weren't for him, I would have lost my life!

"Are you really getting angry over such a small matter?

"Can't you show a little understanding?"

I'd heard this before. "Got it."

I didn't feel like saying another word, so I hung up the phone.

In the past, I never hung up her calls. I always waited for her to hang up first.

But now, I thought it was good to hang up the phone.

It seemed like there wasn't much to say to her anymore.

I hung up the phone, which seemed to make Hazel uncomfortable. She called again and said, "Can you stop messing around?"

I didn't reply. I was ready to hang up the phone again.

"You're tough, I'll bring Lucas to visit our mom right away, okay?" Hazel said angrily and then hung up the phone.

"Ha ha," I laughed.

How funny.

How ironic.

Do you want to come and see my mother's body?

Yes, for so many years, Hazel had been using these excuses.

At first, I sometimes thought it made sense, after all, her ex saved her life.

And at that time, Terry's contact with Hazel was not much. They just occasionally greeted each other, and we gathered a few times a year.

But everything changed since Terry got divorced.

Their contact became frequent and somewhat different.

It seemed like they were as intimate as a couple in love.

As long as Terry called, Hazel would drop everything to accommodate him.

I remembered the year my mother had just been discharged from the hospital.

After I took her home, she missed Hazel and her grandson very much, and asked me to call Hazel and Lucas to come back to the village together.

I begged Hazel for a long time, and she reluctantly agreed.

My mother was extremely happy about this and got up early in the morning, dragging her weak body that had just recovered from a serious illness to help me.

I told her to rest and said that I could handle it.

But my mother smiled and said, "My grandson will be back soon. He likes the dishes I cook. I have to show off my cooking skills and not let my grandson down."

Seeing my mother happy, I also smiled with relief.

We prepared a table full of delicious food.

We waited a long time. Hazel and Lucas didn't appear until all the food was cold.

I called Hazel again, feeling angry. I wanted to ask her loudly why she stood us up. But her phone was turned off the whole day.

Later, I found out that she was with her exboyfriend.

She even justified herself and said, "He got stabbed for me, so I have to take responsibility for him!"

I finished dealing with all the matters at the hospital, called the car and prepared to take my mother's body home, but she still didn't show up.

Sure enough, it was the same as always.

I secretly laughed at myself. I shouldn't have any expectations or illusions.

Even if she comes now, what can she do?

What she faces is nothing but my mother's cold body, what else can she do?

Cry a few times?

She was unfilial while my mom was alive, but cries when she is dead.Who would care?

Is it meaningful?

I silently lit a cigarette.

My weak heart still held a glimmer of hope.

The driver of the hearse urged me, "Gene, it's time to go."

"Sure." I got on the car.

Back in the village, I knelt down to my mom and started arranging my mother's funeral.

I was the only child of my mother, so I had to handle everything on my own. I was busy with all kinds of trivial matters and felt overwhelmed.

Hazel called and got angry, saying, "Eugene, where are you guys?"

"I have already taken my mother home," I said calmly.

"Eugene, are you playing me?" Instead of apologizing for her repeated lateness, Hazel began to blame me.

I said weakly, "I didn't play you. My mother really needs to go home."

Hazel was very unhappy and scolded me on the phone, "In the morning, you were the one who said mom wanted to see her grandson and asked me to come with Lucas. You kept urging me on the phone one by one. Now that I'm here, you're gone!

"Even if there's an emergency and you need to leave the hospital in a hurry, can't you wait for me a little longer?

"Terry wanted me to stay and have dinner with him, but I refused. But you..."

When I heard her mention her ex's name, I hung up the phone directly.

I didn't know when it started.

All of this seemed to be taken for granted by her.

Just like last year, when my mother had her 70th birthday, we planned to have a simple gathering with our family because my mother was not in good health. We were all happy as a family.

But when it was time to eat, because of a phone call from Terry, Hazel immediately asked me to drive her back to the city to meet Terry.

She didn't think it was strange at all, and even thought it was natural.

I got angry with her.

But she didn't care and said, "We can celebrate birthday every year, do you really need to make such a fuss?"

She left in a taxi with a displeased look on her face.

But when it was Terry's 31st birthday, she acted like Terry's own parents, helping him clean the house, decorating the venue, and helping with buying groceries and cooking, without any complaints.

I argued with her again, "Who do you think you are to him? Do you really need to be so involved?"

With a joyful expression on her face, she said, "Come on, don't be jealous. Terry rarely celebrates his birthday. It's a rare and festive day today. Don't spoil the mood. Next time it's your birthday, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

That was how she was repeatedly rubbing salt in my wounds.

I became more and more indifferent towards her.

Until now, my mother was in her eternal sleep, and I felt that it didn't matter much if Hazel was not around.

I no longer paid attention to her and focused on handling the affairs of my mom.

Hazel didn't call me again until the day of the funeral.

Because I hadn't gone home for days, Hazel called me. "Eugene, what are you doing? I'm not even angry, but you are? Don't you want your job or your family now?"

"I only have one home!" I answered the phone coldly and then hung up.

The only place I identified with was my rural hometown.

As for the house in the city, it had long made me feel disheartened and numb.

And my mother's death had made me completely understand some things.

Since Hazel asked me to understand her, I would fulfill her!

Because there were many customs in the countryside regarding these matters, I immediately felt overwhelmed and shorthanded.

The relatives in the village asked, "Gene, where are your wife and son? It's already the third day, why haven't they shown up yet?"

Faced with this question, my heart was once again pierced with pain.

Is she still my wife?

She can ignore the matters at home.

But when Terry calls her, she does go to him immediately.

As a normal man, I cannot tolerate this matter and have long been fed up with it.

What was more, my mother's departure also made me completely sober.

She is no longer my wife.

She may already be someone else's wife.

She is not worthy of being the daughterinlaw of our Hill family!

Of course, I could only handle these things coldly. I looked at the relatives and shook my head. "Maybe she is no longer my wife, we are getting divorced soon."

"This..."

They were very surprised.

In the eyes of the people in the village, I was very happy.

After all, when my family was poor, I had a girlfriend from a wealthy family and got married.

I also relied on Hazel to establish myself in the city.

I still remembered the first time Hazel came to my house. She drove a Mercedes, attracting the attention of many people. My mother also laughed happily.

But now, times had changed, and things were no longer the same as they were in the past. Everything had already undergone a qualitative change and would never return to what it was before.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, I felt that their eyes were a bit strange.

I also seemed to feel a gaze behind me, staring at me tightly.

I turned around and looked back.

It was Hazel with my son. The two of them appeared silently behind me...