My name is Zhang Ming, I am 32 years old, and I am an investment consultant for a financial company. Life has always been orderly for me, until I met Yang Yu.
She, a woman in the workplace like no other, is independent and charming, like a fresh breeze that blows away the dust of my peaceful life.
Our encounter is like a movie drama, a chance company party, two strange souls suddenly collide, and this is the prelude to our love.
After getting married, we welcomed our little angel - Xiaobao. Yang Yu returned to work soon after Xiaobao's birth, and I became the main caregiver in the family.
I tried to adapt to the role while trying to support Yang Yu's career as much as I could. But her busy work and frequent business trips gradually caused cracks in our lives.
I often listen to Xiaobao calling her mother in a dream in the dead of night, and I can't help but feel a faint sadness in my heart.
In such days, Xiaobao and I became each other's only support. Every time Yang Yu goes on a business trip, it is like taking a brick out of our lives, making the originally sturdy home gradually seem crumbling. I tried to understand and support her work, but the loneliness and uneasiness deep inside persisted.
I remember one time, the night before Yang Yu went on a business trip again, Xiaobao hugged her tightly and didn't let go, with tears flashing in her eyes. I stood aside, my heart cut like a knife, but I could only force a smile. Yang Yu gently hugged Xiaobao and patiently comforted him, but I couldn't read any nostalgia in her eyes.
In the nights after Yang Yu left, Xiaobao often woke up crying in her dreams, crying and calling her mother. I held him and coaxed him, but I couldn't fill the void in his heart. I began to question whether this kind of life was really the best choice for the three of us.
What disturbs me even more is that Yang Yu seems to be becoming more and more distant. Our calls became short and utilitarian, she was always in a hurry, and there was no longer the tenderness and care in her words. I tried to confide in her about my insecurity and loneliness, but she never got a response.
Until one day, everything changed. That night, Xiaobao woke up crying as usual, I hugged him and dialed Yang Yu's **. Over there, Yang Yu's voice sounded a little panicked, and the sound in the background turned the uneasiness in my heart into horror. I vaguely heard the male voice, and the voice of Yang Yu hurriedly ending the call.
At that moment, I felt like my world was falling apart. I can't believe it all, I don't want to believe it. But the facts are right in front of you, and there is no escaping it. I hugged Xiaobao, my heart was like ashes, and I couldn't sleep all night.
In the days that followed, I tried to find the truth of the matter. I reminisced about our bits and pieces, looking for possible clues. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't explain the ** that night. The doubts in my heart became heavier and heavier, and I began to doubt our marriage and my understanding of Yang Yu.
I decided that I had to find out the truth. I began to plan to go to the city where Yang Yu was on a business trip to find out the truth for myself. In my mind, only by lifting this fog can I regain my lost self and, perhaps, our crumbling family.
I made up my mind, and I came to the city where Yang Yu was on a business trip with a heavy heart. My heart was beating so hard that it seemed as if every beat was a reminder of what I was about to face might be an unbearable truth.
I found the hotel where Yang Yu was staying, hid in a corner, and waited for her to appear. Time seemed to get long, and every second felt like an ordeal for me. Finally, I saw Yang Yu, she was not alone, but with a man. My heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and the pain was indescribable.
I followed them until a restaurant. I sat in the corner and watched them from afar. I saw the smile on Yang Yu's face, which I hadn't seen in a long time. I couldn't hear their conversation clearly, but the intimacy suffocated me. I wanted to rush to the question, but I was afraid to reveal the painful truth.
In the end, I couldn't help but walk over and face Yang Yu and the man directly. Faced with my appearance, Yang Yu showed a surprised and confused expression. I questioned her, questioned her betrayal, questioned if our marriage was just a play. Yang Yu was stunned, there was a hint of panic in her eyes, but she seemed to have something to say.
At that moment, I felt like the whole world was collapsing, and I stood there, as if my body had lost its strength. What I need is not just an explanation, but an answer that will allow me to crawl out of this abyss.
In that restaurant, Yang Yu finally spoke, and her words were like a cold wind, piercing my heart. She confesses that the man was her first love, and they reunited at a chance meeting. She said that meeting him was just nostalgia and did not go beyond the boundary. But in my heart, she has betrayed our marriage.
I stood there, filled with disappointment and anger. I told her that I needed time to think, and we needed time to think. The moment I left the restaurant, I knew that it was impossible for our relationship to go back to what it used to be.
When I got home and looked at the sleeping little baby, my heart was full of contradictions. But I know that no matter what my marriage with Yang Yu is, I must make the best choice for Xiaobao's future. I decided, at least for the time being, that we needed to separate, give each other some space, and allow the wound to heal slowly.
On this stormy night, I looked out the window with a hint of relief. Perhaps, it is only after experiencing the brokenness that we can better rebuild ourselves. Emotional story
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