Dream Reading

Five years after marriage, my husband suddenly passed away due to asthma, leaving me and my son alone and helpless.
Friends lamented that I became a widow at such a young age, and my parents urged me to quickly remarry with my son.
However, I firmly disagreed and insisted on staying to mourn my husband.
But on the day of my husband's third anniversary, I unexpectedly heard my father-in-law angrily questioning my uncle:
"Clearly, it was your brother who had asthma and your brother who died, yet you pretended to be dead to take care of sister-in-law. Was it worth deceiving your own wife and children?"
"In these three years, Xiao Lin mourned for you, raising Lele alone. You gave your niece a home, but have you thought about this: from the day you pretended to be dead, Lele lost her father too."
At that moment, my blood ran cold, and I realized that the one who died three years ago was not my husband Zhou Zian, but his twin brother Zhou Ziping.
And my three years of mourning have been nothing but a joke.
That night, I dialed my parents' number:
"Dad, Mom, I agree to remarry!"

After mourning my husband, who pretended to be dead, for three years, I married his superior with my son

Time flies, the seasons change, and my son has gradually grown up. A new little life is also growing inside me, just waiting to blossom. My son is incredibly excited, shouting every day about becoming a big brother.


One day, as I was sunbathing in the yard as usual, I saw my former in-laws whom I hadn't seen in a long time. They appeared in front of me in tattered clothes.


Compared to before, both of them had become much thinner and much older. Their faces were lined with wrinkles weathered by the years, and their hair was almost entirely white.


They shakily handed me something, leaving two lines of muddied tears:


"Child, it's ultimately us who let you down back then."


Though they weren't the ones who did wrong, they were indirectly complicit in it all.


I quietly looked at them, not offering any words of forgiveness, like saying it's okay, it's all in the past.


Otherwise, it would be a disservice to my son and to who I was back then.


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