Dream Reading

Ten years of marriage, my husband has subjected me to domestic violence seven times.
For the sake of giving my child a complete family, I chose to endure it again and again.
However, after the seventh incident, my son, who had comforted me with kind words, turned around and called my husband.
"Dad, you can stay in the cemetery with Aunt Weiwei, I've already appeased Mom for you."
"You have to tell Aunt Weiwei that An'an loves her just like you do!"
"Seven years ago, if Mom had been willing to donate a kidney to Aunt Weiwei, she wouldn't have died. Mom is the murderer who killed Aunt Weiwei, I hate her."
That moment, I felt my heart turn to ashes.
That night, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement and sent 200 pages of evidence of domestic violence to the court.
Yet, after I left, my husband and son went crazy trying to find me to ask for forgiveness.


After Enduring Seven Instances of Domestic Violence for My Ungrateful Son, My Heart Died

Lu Chen held An'an's hand and squatted in front of Lin Wei's grave, carefully cleaning the tombstone.


The cemetery was An'an's favorite place.


Because here lay an aunt who loved him more than his mother.


He tugged at Lu Chen's clothes: "Dad, when we left, I saw Mom packing a suitcase."


Recalling my unusual behavior over the past two days, a hint of anxiety flashed across An'an's little face.


Lu Chen continued to be absorbed in cleaning the tombstone, speaking with certainty as the rough tombstone became spotless.


"No, Mom loves you the most, she wouldn't bear to leave you."


In his heart, he believed that I loved An'an the most, so much so that I could give up my life.


How could I bear to tear this family apart?


"Your mom is easy to appease, just like before, book a restaurant she loves, and make it up to her."


As he spoke, he picked up his phone and composed a text message.


[Qingshuang, I've booked your favorite Western restaurant, we'll have a make-up tenth-anniversary dinner for the three of us.]


Attached was the address of the restaurant.


After his six domestic abuse incidents, he would always bring me to this Thai restaurant to apologize.


Sitting on the plane, looking at this restaurant appearing for the seventh time, I didn't respond. After deleting Lu Chen's contact, I turned off my phone.


Meanwhile, Lu Chen and An'an waited in the restaurant from noon till evening, reheating the dishes over and over.


But the chair meant for me remained empty.


Lu Chen dialed my number over a dozen times, but it was always turned off.


On the way back, he drove as fast as he could.


But after arriving home, the empty and unoccupied living room showed no trace of me.


A sudden bad premonition rose in his heart.


At that moment, his gaze caught the documents I had left on the table.


Meanwhile, An'an ran in from outside holding a court summons.


"Dad, it's bad, Mom submitted 200 pages of domestic abuse evidence to the court and sued us!"


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