Qin Yizhi and I weathered forty years of life together.
We lived apart so our son could study and we could look after our grandson, making quiet sacrifices along the way.
On the day of our ruby wedding anniversary, a moment meant to celebrate the triumph of our love,
I unexpectedly caught Qin Yizhi using his morning exercise as an excuse to bring fried dough sticks to the widow downstairs.
He clasped the pretty woman’s hand, reluctant to let go.
“Shuzhen! This is wonderful. The news says retirement is being delayed, so I can spend a few more months with you!”
“Old Qin, you can’t just care about your son with Zheng Xiaorong and forget about me and our child!”
That was when I learned that he had repaid my sacrifice and devotion with lies spun over forty years.
At last, free of the burden on my shoulders, I set out alone.
This time, all I want to say is:
“Get lost!”
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Alas, it ended before I even finished writing it.