(Dan Tri) - After two days of going back to my hometown for family matters, I returned home just in time to find a guest. Seeing me, he stood up to greet me, his face was so familiar that it surprised me.
One rainy evening, I got off work late and stopped by a late-night diner. At the table next to me, a girl sat alone, drinking beer and crying. Many men approached her, making fun of her. I was afraid she was being taken advantage of, so I sat next to her.
She looked at me and asked if all men were heartless. I looked at her, stunned by her beautiful face. I wondered, how could such a beautiful girl be betrayed?
I told her: "If I had a beautiful girlfriend like you, I would never let her cry in my life." She raised her eyebrows and looked at me: "Then be my girlfriend." That night, she insisted on following me back to my rented house, making me both confused and embarrassed.
That day, she was no longer sober, and I was still just a man in the throes of youth. It was raining outside, in the rented room there were only two people and…
I don't know how to accept this cruel truth? (Illustration: Freepik).
We met and came together like that, like a scene in a romance movie. But in movies, it's usually the beautiful woman who meets the CEO, and I'm just a poor engineer from the countryside, just a few years out of school with a salary that's just enough to take care of myself in the city.
Less than a month later, she found me, her face worried as she asked: "I'm pregnant, what should I do now?". I was both happy and worried, not knowing what to do now. If she didn't mind, we would get married.
I really feel it is not suitable because she is a city girl, from a well-off family, and very beautiful. Marrying me will definitely be a disadvantage. If her parents meet me, I'm afraid they won't want to accept me.
At this point, she told me that her mother died early and her father remarried. Her father was weak and listened to her stepmother, so her life was extremely miserable. After graduating from university, she asked her father to buy her a small apartment to live alone. Bored, she rushed into love, and when she felt happy, she loved but did not choose the person. So every love affair ended with "the bee showing the way home" and then abandoned her.
Who you marry, whether it's happiness or sadness, joy or suffering, your father and stepmother certainly don't care. As long as I don't criticize you for having a promiscuous love past, from now on, you will definitely be a good wife.
We became husband and wife as fate had planned. Happiness was so unexpected that even now, after nearly 5 years of living together, with a 4-year-old daughter, sometimes when I look at my wife, I still can't believe that I have such a beautiful wife and such a happy family.
I love you, I want to make up for the emotional deprivation you suffered in your childhood, I want to soothe the pain caused by the men who came before. And most of all, making you happy makes me happy too. Besides, you are not only beautiful, gentle, but also very understanding.
One evening, after two days away from home for family matters, I returned home to find that there were guests. My wife and a man were sitting in the living room, their faces tense as if they had just had an argument.
Seeing me, he stood up to greet me, his face surprised me. It was so familiar. To be more precise, my daughter had the same eyes and mouth as him.
Before I could get over my stupor, he got straight to the point: "Today, I came to you to get my child back. Your daughter is actually my biological daughter."
At that moment, I just wanted to rush over and punch the strange man in the face. Who was he, suddenly coming to the house and claiming my daughter as his own? But all I could do was sit down on the chair, look at my wife, and ask heavily, "What's going on?"
My wife told me that the first day we met was also the day she discovered her boyfriend holding hands with another girl. Her ex-boyfriend was the man sitting in front of me.
Because of her grief, she went to a bar to drink beer and met me there, following me home. At that time, she was in a depressed mood, not thinking that later, our relationship would become serious. She had absolutely no idea that she was pregnant, when she found out, she thought that the child was mine.
When her child was born, she was very scared to see that her child looked a lot like her ex. But because she didn't want to lose this warm family, she deliberately hid it. Unexpectedly, one day when she took her child to the supermarket, she accidentally ran into her ex. As soon as he saw the girl, he asked for a DNA test.
My wife met him several times and begged him to keep it a secret. After all, they had broken up, and their daughter had a happy family with a good father. He would get married anyway, so why bother with the child? He had already expressed his willingness, but now he had changed his mind.
My wife grabbed my trembling hands and cried: "From the beginning, I never intended to deceive. When I found out, I didn't dare tell the truth. Whatever you decide now, I will accept it. I just ask you not to be cold and neglect our child."
I looked at the picture of my daughter on her third birthday hanging on the wall. She looked nothing like me. I thought she was beautiful like her mother, but she looked like another man.
I believe my wife is not lying, and I understand her feelings at this moment. But why does my heart still ache knowing that the daughter I have loved and cared for since she was in my womb is not my blood?
My mind was confused, my heart was in turmoil, I didn't know how to accept this truth, how to behave properly.
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