Five years into the marriage, my wife suddenly died of asthma, leaving me and my son desolate.
My friends lamented that I became a widower at such a young age, and my parents urged me to find someone else to marry with my son.
However, I firmly disagreed and insisted on mourning for my wife.
But on the third anniversary of my wife's death, I accidentally overheard my father-in-law angrily questioning my sister-in-law:
“Clearly, it was your sister who had asthma, and it was your sister who died. Yet, you pretended to be dead, deceiving your husband and son just to take care of your brother-in-law. Was it worth it?”
“For three years, Xiao Lin mourned for you, raising Lele on his own. You gave your niece a home, but have you ever thought that from the day you faked your death, Lele lost her mother as well?”
At that moment, my blood ran cold, and I finally understood that it wasn't my wife Ding Wanjun who died three years ago, but her twin sister Ding Wanning.
And my three years of mourning were nothing but a joke.
That night, I dialed my family's phone:
“Dad, Mom, I agree to remarry!"