My Alleged Husband

Chapter 601: Chapter 580: How to Do It_1

Ran Zhihan listened to her husband’s words, and her heart ached as if it was being twisted by a knife; she felt like she was suffocating. Yet, she forcibly held back her tears, preventing them from spilling, because she knew she could not let her tears flow as freely as before. Doing so would only make the man before her look down on her. How could she appear so weak and be seen by others again, forever unable to raise her head, unable to firmly take this step, forever deemed insignificant by her own husband?

Ran Zhihan thought all night long, and ultimately, she felt that she should reach an understanding about her husband, who always thought she was with him for money and benefits. Why should she keep subjecting herself to such humiliation? The words had already been spoken; why not become the person he accused her of being? Why should she foolishly guard this life with him, without any result?

She left a letter for her husband, ready to leave this home. She could not continue living here; everyone in this home made her feel guilty. She could not face her own heart, knowing that while what she had done was not terribly wrong, in the end, it still hurt many people.

”My dearest husband, I know this matter is very painful for you, but I also hope you would know that I truly never harbored it deep within my heart.

No matter what kind of feelings Chen Gang has for me, to him, I will always just be a classmate and a friend. I could never have any other feelings toward him and be with him. I hope you can believe me!

Perhaps now, to you, everything can no longer be trusted as before, but I hope you know that my heart that loves you has never changed. I’ve always hoped that as long as I could be with you, no matter how much humiliation I suffered, I would be willing. But now I realize that since there is no longer any trust between us as husband and wife, it would be better to separate for a while and live our own lives!

You always say that I’m with you for your money; I really want to have the heart to tell you that I am indeed with you for money, that I am a materialistic woman. But I cannot do that because I cannot betray my heart. You threaten me using my parents, and I’ve realized that you actually made up your mind a long time ago, so why are you still using this method to make your decision, merely to embarrass me?

Don’t worry, I will tell my parents to return to the country as soon as possible. I will repay you for all the expenses of my parents’ life abroad over the years. I will not touch a single cent of your property because this has caused me so much pain inside. My most beloved husband actually said such things to me... What do all these years of waiting count for? What does all these years of hard work count for? My parents have always thought so fondly of our love, how much they hoped we could always be loving; but are we really living up to my parents’ expectations?

From now on, please take more care of our child. She always lacks a sense of security, just like you when you were young, all for proving to the ones she loves most that she is not useless. Hence, she has endured too much hardship. I hope you can make it up to her, treat her like your most beloved son, and don’t let her undergo such devilish training again. She’s my flesh and blood, and there’s no way I can watch her suffer through such strenuous training while I stand by indifferently!

As for Grandfather, I hope you can sincerely urge him not to think too much. People will eventually learn to grow up; they can’t always live in such weakness.

I also hope you can convey to Grandfather my apologies for letting down his care and concern over these years. He has given too much for us, and I hope you can let him recuperate well. Someday, I will come back to see him. After I’m gone, please don’t use your connections to find me. If we are fated, we will meet again; if not, we will never meet!”

Upon reading the letter left by his wife, Zhang Yichen found it incredibly hard to accept. Why does his wife still have to treat him with such finality? What does he really count as in her eyes? Why can’t he ever recognize his own problems? It was such a small matter, but she had to blow it up. Wouldn’t it have been better to just clarify things? He thought to himself, it’s true—I won’t be at peace until I’m dead.

He decided that no matter what choice his wife made, he would not seek her out. He had already admitted his mistake once, but she had pushed him away without hesitation. So why should he go looking for her again? He wasn’t such a shameless person.

”If she’s gone, then she’s gone, lest I be reminded of those embarrassing and sad incidents every day at home. Since she’s so determined to leave, why should I make her stay here and suffer? Whatever she wants, I will give her. Since she’s already decided to leave, why should I forcibly keep her here? Wouldn’t that be failing to appreciate her sacrifices for me? She actually wants freedom like this, then let her have it. I will just live my own life. Even without her, the world is vast. How could I possibly give up the best years of my life for a woman?”

A week after his granddaughter-in-law had left home, Old Master Zhang came to know of it. But when he learned of the situation, he truly did not anticipate that everything would end up so unexpectedly. He never thought that his grandson would one day encounter such a thing, yet the main issue ultimately lay in the lack of trust between the couple; otherwise, how had it come to this?

A marriage without trust is genuinely frightening. Once the wrong path is taken, it becomes the grave of love, not a paradise. Some people never find their paradise of love, but some fall from paradise into hell. In the end, all these choices cannot escape one’s own decisions, and whether right or wrong, they rest entirely in one’s own hands. If one makes the wrong choice, no one else can help them.

Old Master Zhang could only lament silently; he knew that all of this was destined, and there was no way to change the rules set by fate...