In the thirty-second year of my marriage to Song Huaiyu, he came out of retirement and began researching new medications. His old flame had developed ALS, and there still wasn’t an effective treatment for it. He brought her home, claiming it was so he could keep a close eye on her condition. He cooked medicinal meals for her, brought her the clothes and snacks she liked, and kept her company in ways he had never even shared with me. Meanwhile, I was left cooped up at home, caring for our son, our granddaughter, and even his old flame whenever he was away. Then, on my birthday, I came home to an empty house. But in my husband’s and son’s latest social media posts, they were standing with his old flame in front of a snowy mountain, smiling for a photo.
