My Wife Brought Her First Love Home, but I’m Already Married with a Child

On our wedding day, my wife, Wen Yu’s, childhood sweetheart collapsed in front of our home and suffered severe blood loss. The doctors said he might not live another three years.

My wife was convinced I had deliberately set him up. She personally shoved me off a raised platform, breaking both my legs.

To stay by her childhood sweetheart’s side until the end, she ignored my pleas and those of my parents, abruptly called off the wedding, and applied for visas to travel abroad with him.

For five years, my wife took him sightseeing and spent every last bit of the family’s savings.

Then, in the sixth year, she finally brought him home.

The first thing she said when she saw me was, “A Yu still hasn’t fully recovered. For the sake of his health, you should move out for now. You can come back once he’s better.”

Then she kicked my broken leg and impatiently urged me to hurry up.

I had no idea what she was talking about.

She seemed not to know that her family had gone bankrupt long ago.

And I pointed to the wedding photo on the wall.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’m already remarried.”