I was reading "Letter from an Unknown Woman" by Zweig, and I said to my husband who was sitting next to me, "They say this book is the ceiling of secret love, but I can only read about the painful life of a woman who gave birth to a child for someone who didn't love her or even knew her." He didn't say anything, just smiled. Until one day I discovered his social account, which was called Secret Love Excerpts, and it contained countless excerpts about secret love. And shared that he adopted his first girlfriend's child. He wrote, "Love your child as much as I love you, and love continues in your blood." Such romantic and meaningful words. And I, my wife, who raised other people's children with him, and my lover who worked hard to take care of his life, seemed to have never appeared in his life.
