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Jason and I dated for four years and have been married for eight years.
Our story is actually quite cliché.
The summer of my freshman year in high school, my mom and stepdad both died in a car accident, and I was taken to live with my biological father.
12:20 PM
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My dad had already started a new family. Naturally, no one welcomed my arrival.
My stepsiblings couldn’t stand me, and of course, I didn’t have an easy time at school either.
Once again cornered in the bathroom, I no longer called for help, knowing no one would come anyway. I just silently crouched down, hugging my knees, but still couldn’t help sobbing quietly.
Not long after, the door opened, and Jason leaned against the doorframe. He said, “Why are you so easy to bully? Call me ‘bro‘, and I’ll have
your back from now on. No one will dare mess with you again.”
Jason kept his word. After that, no one at school ever bullied me again.
When I was locked in the basement by my stepsister and nearly suffocated to death, it was he who descended like a god and saved me.
When I was trapped by a flood and almost lost my life, it was he who came through the wind and rain, carried me on his back, and escaped the predicament step by step.
When I was slandered by classmates, it was he who firmly stood by my side and proved my innocence.
But later, Jason’s family suddenly met with misfortune. Overnight, they lost everything and were left with enormous debts. He fell from the
clouds into the mud.
I stood on tiptoe and kissed away his tears, “You still have me. I’ll always be with you.”
Later, I unhesitatingly chose the same university as him and flew to the city where he was.
We got married right after graduating from college.
At that time, Jason loved me very much and was extremely good to me.
Back then, we were very poor, but we were happy.
We lived in a tiny partitioned room in a shared apartment, without even a window. Every day we carefully budgeted, trying to find ways to increase income and reduce expenses, hoping to pay off the debts as soon as possible.
At that time, our only way to relax was making love. When we made love, the bed creaked along with the hum of the old fan.
Jason held me tightly, as if he wanted to fuse me into his blood and bones.
Once when he was drunk, he held my hand, his eyes twinkling with laughter. He pulled out a ring from his pocket and carefully slipped it onto my finger, “Wear this for now. When we have money later, I’ll get you a better one.”
Later, we really did become wealthy, and I did get better rings. But the one I loved most was still that small ring from back then.
Everyone said Jason treated me so well. Many men abandon their wives who stood by them through thick and thin after they become successful.
But Jason and I had been together for so many years, and our relationship was still great.
If it weren’t for Amber, I probably would have thought so too.
I asked Jason to fire Amber, but he refused.
She hasn’t made any mistakes in her work. I can’t fire her without reason. Amber has already explained to me that she didn’t mean any harm.
Jason tiredly pinched the bridge of his nose, “Emily, stop making a fuss.”
I suddenly felt it was all quite meaningless.
“Jason, have you fallen in love with Amber?”
