While Our Son Was Being Buried, My Wife Was with Her First Love

My son died in a fire at an inn. My wife, a firefighter, was there to help that day, but she was busy rescuing her first love and his son, who were staying next door. Before he died, my son asked me, “Mom's a hero. She's saved so many people, so why wouldn't she save us?” I had no answer. At our child's funeral, I called Yang Jia. She said hastily, “A Sheng and his father are in the hospital with burns. Can you stop getting jealous at the worst possible time?” Then she hung up. Sitting in my wheelchair, I looked at my child's gravestone and the extensive burns on my body, knowing our marriage was over for good.