My Alleged Husband

Chapter 1874: Chapter 1668: Disarray

Looking at my disheveled hair, still wrapped around my concerns for you, how can I possibly let go of your place in my heart!

”Dad, actually, when I’m telling you these things today, it’s not to blame you. I just hope you can figure out for yourself whether what you’ve been doing is right or wrong. Do you really see my mom as your wife?

Think about it for yourself, how much suffering and pain she has endured over the years, yet she has never spoken a word about it because she knows she has to rely on her own efforts, step by step, until finally living a life different from others. I don’t understand what kind of reason makes you so heartless to choose to hurt her.

She is your wife, she is not a god, let alone a Saint. She can’t possibly remain smiling and cheerful when her husband neglects her. Even I couldn’t, so why can’t you consider her predicament from my mom’s perspective? Why can’t you empathize with how exhausting and painful her life is?

If one day you suddenly find my mom has changed, don’t think about blaming others, or shifting all the responsibility onto others. You should think about just how excessive your actions have been. You should think about what you have made your family become. How could her evidence possibly not have left her indifferent? She can’t do anything, she also wants to have a happy and joyful life, but what kind of ending did we give her, making her live in such pain? Her heart has been wounded deeply, and she can’t continue to be happy.

I hope that every word I said to you today sinks in. It’s because you’re my father that I can say these things to you without reservation. If it were someone else, I wouldn’t be sharing such heartfelt words. Sometimes you should put yourself in others’ shoes and think about the consequences your actions bring to the family. Maybe you think they don’t matter right now, but forcing your wife into a hospital with a depression-triggered suicide attempt because of grandparents’ issues, do you think that’s a responsibility a municipal government should bear?”

”Child, I know you’re doing this for your family’s well-being. I also know you say this for the sake of everyone in the family, but have you thought that sometimes the careless words you say can cause every member of the family to have significant objections? Maybe, in my eyes, what you said is quite normal, but to others, it might not be. Every member of the family has a different way of handling things, and everyone has their own path to walk.

No one is going to stand there and wait for someone else to pave the way for them. Do you think the path others pave is really as stable as the one you walk yourself? There’s no way you can achieve a smooth, steady rise like the life you want to live, step by step, to the end. You always think everything you do is right, but maybe everything you do is wrong in others’ eyes. When you realize that you’ll never be understood by others, that’s when you’ll understand how painful it is to be misunderstood.

You are my son, no matter where or when, you should understand my intentions as a father. No matter what, I would never harm my wife!

No matter how much I explain, you simply won’t believe it. This incident really was an accident. I didn’t want such a thing to happen around us, nor did I want my family to suffer such a heavy blow. But there are things I really can’t conclude ahead of time. Everything I do is hoping everyone can have a happy and joyful day.

But why in the end do I find that the life I wish to give you never seems to be given, and instead brings you harm again and again? Do you think this is the outcome I desire? If it weren’t absolutely necessary, how could I end up at this point? You also know how much I wish my parents could return to my side, just as you wish grandparents would return to yours. It’s a longing from many years, many years of familial expectation. Now that they’re finally back, I don’t want anything else to happen. I hope they can stay calmly and peacefully in this home. Is it wrong for me to act like this? Am I not doing this so everyone can have the ending they want? Why do you all cast blame on me after a mistake is made, and never consider whether you’ve ever had such thoughts?

You are my son. As an elder, I shouldn’t quibble with you about many things. I also hope those things will never happen, but some things really cannot be predicted. The life everyone wants is simple, just to live happily and peacefully. That means more to us than anything, doesn’t it? But you never consider what consequences your actions will bring to yourself, similar to the conclusions you say about me.

Do you know, I also hope you can live happily and joyfully, but what kind of result do you bring to yourself living like this every day? Isn’t it tiring to live this way? The harm and pain you’ve given me, I could never possibly forget, yet I chose never to speak of it. Because I understand, many things should be lived with happiness and joy.

My greatest wish is hoping you can be happy and joyful. As long as my son is happy, as long as my family can be safe and sound, what difference does it make if I endure a bit more suffering and fatigue?

But in the end, I find that no matter how much you’re willing to give, no matter how much you wish to achieve every goal I set for you, it’s still like a moth to a flame in your eyes. You never gave me any good results. You always think you get the best of everything, but you forget whether living like this is exhausting or joyful. You repeatedly place all blame on me as a father. If you really cared that much about your mom, why wouldn’t you stay by her side all the time? Today, I only went out to try to find a good treatment plan for her, but who wanted such incidents to occur? Yet you place all the responsibility on me. Do you know how painful it was for me at that moment?

Back then, I said nothing because I was also anxious, I was also scared. But afterward, you couldn’t calm down and think, was that the attitude you should have when speaking to a father?”

The sound of rain drip-drops, I’ve cried myself hoarse, yet it still doesn’t help.