At the age of 35, I thought that the fate of widowhood would doom me to die alone. However, the gears of fate turned again without me expecting it. In just one year, I tasted the sweetness of love again, and the object was a new assistant in the office.
His appearance was like a spring breeze, bringing me hope for a new life. Every day, he will make ** heart bento for me by himself, and each one is full of his care and love. Those bento boxes were so delicate that I was almost reluctant to taste them. To show my appreciation, I bought two custom-made suits for him, hoping that he will excel in the workplace.
However, this gift unexpectedly caused a storm. After the little assistant changed into a suit, he excitedly picked me up and spun around, and even left a deep kiss mark on my face. At that moment, the deep emotions in my heart were aroused, but I felt an inexplicable panic. I tried to break free from his embrace, only to find that there were already many curious eyes gathered outside the office window.
Since then, I have fallen into the whirlpool of **. The girls who had a crush on the little assistant looked at me with hostile eyes, and although they didn't dare to have a seizure in front of me, I knew what they were talking about me behind my back. The pressure was so overwhelming that I even thought about giving up on the relationship. But the little assistant's firmness and perseverance made me regain the courage to live.
We decided to face everything bravely and walk through every difficult moment hand in hand. On his birthday, I gave him an off-road vehicle worth more than 300,000 yuan. He excitedly jumped into the cab and invited me to go for a ride. We laughed and played in the woods on the outskirts of the city, and at that moment, our feelings deepened.
In order to further cultivate the relationship, I invited the assistant to move into my home. We share many common interests and pursuits, and we have endless topics to talk about every day. I tried to use money to sustain the relationship, but I ignored that money doesn't mean everything. In less than a year, I had very little money left.
When the assistant found out that I could no longer meet his material needs, his attitude began to change. He became apathetic and even threw his face at me in front of his colleagues. That day, when he moved his luggage from my house, I couldn't help but get into an argument with him. I didn't expect him to be so grumpy, and he actually picked up the fruit knife on the table and threatened me. This scene frightened her daughter, who had just entered the door, and she rushed forward to snatch the fruit knife, but accidentally cut her blood vessel.
Although the first emergency was called**, my daughter's excessive blood loss caused brain ischemia. By the time I arrived, the doctors were powerless. I was in great pain and angrily held the assistant legally responsible. He paid a heavy price for it, but my daughter never woke up.
Looking back, I am deeply remorseful. Those seemingly beautiful moments hide deadly dangers. I hope that my experience will serve as a warning to others not to repeat the mistakes of the past. Life is fragile, and only by cherishing the present moment can tragedy be avoided.