My best friend was the sort of woman who was as calm and unassuming as a chrysanthemum. She never fought for anything or asked for more.
Her fiancé refused to pay a bride price. She sighed about it to me, so I stepped in and negotiated a bride price of 100,000 yuan for her. But she turned it down, saying she loved her fiancé for who he was, not for his money.
Her fiancé was deeply moved, but he began to resent me and urged her to see less of me.
After she gave birth, her in-laws refused to hire a postpartum nanny. I paid out of pocket to send her to a postpartum care center, but she said I was wasting money, then gave her spot to her sister-in-law, who had given birth around the same time.
She earned the respect of her in-laws, while they demanded that I cut ties with her.
I complained to my boyfriend, but he said, “She never fights for anything. You should help her more.”
Then I discovered that her name had been added to the deed of the home my boyfriend and I were supposed to share after marriage.
Furious, I rushed over to confront her, but she refused to let me in. In a cool voice, she said, “It’s not like I wanted that house. Your boyfriend insisted on giving it to me.”
The angrier I got, the less I could think straight. I drove through the guardrail and plunged into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she and her fiancé were discussing marriage.
