Part 3The Silent Cry

At the beginning of the marriage.

I tried hard to change his view.

Washing hands to make soup.

The arrangement of the home was also all arranged according to his preferences.

He got angry.

I wouldn't quarrel with him either.

Mrs. Reed was sick, and I also took care of her dutifully.

No matter how late he came back from social engagements.

I hadn't slept yet, would cook the hangover soup and bring it to him.

And prepare bath water for him.

Also learned a set of massage techniques, massaging him when he had a headache.

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But these never got a single good word from him.

His face was always cold.

He rarely touched me.

Touching me was definitely rough, not gentle at all.

To get his attention.

Once when cutting fruit, I deliberately cut my finger.

Showed it to him with red eyes.

"Hubby, my hand is bleeding, it hurts so much."

But he smiled and pushed my finger away.

"Deliberately cutting a slit, you really have means?"

I had a fever.

I ran to nest in his arms.

"Hubby, my head is so hot, feel it."

He pushed me away and continued working.

"If you're sick, find a doctor, why find me?"

Even once.

I was bitten by his friend's Tibetan Mastiff.

He didn't even come to help me up.

Watching coldly with his friend aside.

I limped to the hospital alone to get a vaccine.

That day, I walked down from the mountain for a long, long time.

It also rained heavily.

Soaked all over.

Walking, walking, I didn't know if it was rain or tears flowing on my face.

Finally, helplessly squatted down, covering my face.

Also since then.

I was no longer enthusiastic towards him.

Most things at home, I no longer did myself, hired a cooking auntie.

No matter how late his social engagements were, I didn't wait for him anymore.

Actively moved out of the master bedroom.

Sleeping in the same room, he was also very domineering, always occupying a large area of the bed. Sometimes I woke up.

Actually sleeping on the floor.

His heart couldn't be warmed.

After the leg injury healed.

I was silent for a while.

Proposed divorce to him.

I thought he would agree very readily.

But unexpectedly, he tore up the agreement I handed over.

He sneered, "Can't stand it already? This is just the beginning."

A few days later.

I heard from alumni that Faye seemed to have had an accident abroad.

But what exactly happened wasn't clear.

For several days in a row, Lucas didn't come back.

And on this day, while pruning flowers and plants, I suddenly started having a nosebleed.

Drop by drop, dripping on the flowers and plants.

I looked up, but couldn't stop this surge.

The pliers in my hand fell abruptly.

I thought of my mother who died from bleeding when I was young.

I rushed to the hospital.

After a series of checkups.

I sat blankly on the chair.

In the doctor's office.

The old doctor pushed his glasses frame, flipping through the sheets one by one, looking as solemn as earth.

Finally just shook his head.

On my diagnosis sheet, finally only five words were written, Acute Leukemia.

"Leukemia, is there a difference between acute and chronic?"

Facing my numb questioning, the old doctor sighed heavily, "Acute only has three months to a year, while chronic leukemia, some can live for about ten years."

Is that so?

I looked down at the word acute on the sheet, hands trembling slightly.

The sheet was soaked with water stains.

I still have many things to do?

Forget it.

Do it in the next life if there is one.