My Alleged Husband

Chapter 1004: Chapter 890 Lies (4)_7

Take a look around, this is a hospital, this is a ward, and the person lying in the ward is my mother, the woman who carried me in her womb for ten months and gave birth to me. And now she can only lie here while I’m out there living my life without a care—do you think I wouldn’t feel sad, wouldn’t feel upset? Sometimes you should try to put yourself in my shoes, understand what kind of blow I’m facing right now, what kind of torment my mother is going through. I don’t want you to keep living selfishly, you don’t seem like a completely selfish person.

But now, to ensure your father can continue living in this home, you choose to hurt your wife and your son, and I can’t understand that.

I can’t understand what this action means. In your eyes, is your family, your wife, your children, less important than your father? They gave you life but never raised you, while we’ve stood by your side for years.

Even if our companionship means nothing, you can’t treat us this way, treat me and my mother this way. I can barely endure it, let alone accept it. Do you know how cruel you’re being, treating us as objects to hurt or discard? Is that what we’ve become to you? I don’t want my mother blaming anyone or figuring out who’s right or wrong; I don’t want to get caught up in all this because every decision I’ve made comes with a price. I’ve become numb, unable to comprehend, unable to make amends, which has caused me immense pain—I’m on the verge of breaking down. Every day I suppress my emotions, but do you know how tormented and conflicted it feels?

And you, you carry on without considering our feelings, as long as you’re happy and content, that’s enough for you. Have you considered how your actions affect those around you, causing hurt and pain? I’m on the brink of being driven mad by you, deceiving myself time and again. I hope I don’t let your actions cloud my judgment, but I have no solution. The anger surges within me every time I see my mother lying here while laughter echoes outside. I can’t fathom how you can merrily live without any pressure after my mother fell ill and was hospitalized. Does she mean nothing in this household? Can you still carry on smiling? I truly feel sorry for my mother; she sacrificed so much, poured all her youth into this family, only to be hurt repeatedly.

She can’t speak for herself because her mind is in turmoil; she can’t determine whether her actions are right or wrong. I don’t want my mother to endure such hurt. If you feel even a sliver of guilt in your heart, consider my mother in every choice you make—what must she become to meet your expectations? I beg you, please spare her, don’t let her continue suffering yet living in agony. I want to see her smiling, radiantly happy in front of me, not living in such torment. The thought terrifies me!

Dad, we’ve lived together for so many years, you should understand that I never easily ask others for favors, but today I’m sincerely begging you. I hope you consider things from my perspective and my mother’s. Do you think what you’re doing justifies the life my mother is leading? Do you understand how difficult it’s been for her, truly? She’s lived through sadness and pain time and again, is this the outcome she desires? She’s a living, breathing person, even with her mind unclear, she still wishes her family happiness. She still has her own emotions; she’s already gone mad, freely displaying her feelings for all to see. It’s the easiest way to live. She used to bury all her thoughts and emotions inside, afraid to express them for fear of hurting you. But now, what kind of feelings do you want to subject her to? Do you think that by smiling and crying freely, she’s living the easiest life?