Dream Reading

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!"


After Mourning for My Faked-Death Wife for 3 Years, I Married the Chief Performer with My Son

Back in the room, my son was woken up by my movements and rubbed his eyes.


I looked at his face, so much like Ding Wanjun's as if they were carved from the same mold, and my heart twisted in pain.


As a mother, how could Ding Wanjun bear to let him carry the label of being motherless at such a young age?


Seeing my barely concealed sadness, my son's face was full of concern:


"Dad, is it that mom pretended not to recognize you again?"


My heart trembled, and I suddenly remembered that since Ding Wanjun appeared under the identity of Ding Wanning, my son had been calling her mom, and at that time I always stopped him, telling him that was not mom, but aunt.


I just thought the child missed his mom too much, couldn't tell apart an aunt who looked exactly the same, but I didn't realize how wrong I was.


It turns out the child's eyes had always been clear; he could always recognize his real mom, but didn't understand why overnight his real mom wouldn't recognize him.


No wonder, no wonder "Ding Wanning" was so good to me and my son, always bringing him a share of whatever she bought, caring about his well-being, occasionally bringing meat and vegetables, even secretly subsidizing us, yet she would become very stern whenever my son called her mom, always quickly interrupting to correct him.


Others said that as an aunt, doing so much was unparalleled, even rare for a biological mother.


Before knowing the truth, I had always been grateful to this aunt, remembering these kindnesses in my heart, always thinking of repaying them in the future.


But now that I know the truth, everything seems so ironic.


She was the child's biological mother all along, wasn't it only right for her to be good to him? How could she reconcile her conscience doing all this?


I couldn't hide the bitterness rising in my heart and had never felt so clearly that the Ding Wanjun I knew was gone.


She had buried herself with her own hands.


And I mourned her for three years, this part of my heart has come to an end.


After calming down, I looked seriously at my son and asked, if daddy wanted to remarry someone else, to find him a new mom, would he agree?


"Dad, I don't know why mom doesn't recognize me all the time, but since you don't want her anymore, I don't want her either. Wherever you go, Lele will go with you. In the future, if mom doesn't care about you, Lele will care about you!"


Feeling my sorrow, Lele hugged me tightly, his little hands patting my back non-stop, comforting me.


At that moment, tears burst forth from my eyes.


I hugged my son tightly, then called my parents.


When the call connected, before I could say anything, my parents' usual well-meaning nagging poured through:


"Ran, ever since Ding Wanjun passed, Zhao Jingshu's parents have come around with matchmakers at least a dozen times. You've known her since you were little, she's well-suited, anyhow she's now the principal at the art troupe, many want to marry her, yet you're so stubborn, refusing to marry again..."


I interrupted directly, "Mom, Dad, I've thought it through, I agree to remarry."


There was five seconds of silence on the other end, followed by a burst of joy and disbelief.


"Are you serious? That's great! It's good that you've thought it through, then we'll quickly contact and arrange the wedding for you! Don't worry, Zhao Jingshu has promised us many times, after you marry her, she will definitely treat Lele as her own son, and as for you, just focus on living well with her."


Even over the phone, I could feel my parents' excitement; these three years, they worried a lot about me, but because of Ding Wanjun, I repeatedly let them down.


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