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The Divorce Part 1
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The
bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies
insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So
I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.
I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water.
We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more
money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections
between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every
morning we left home together and got home almost at the
same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the
calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable
changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew
hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed
in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought
for her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best
draws girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded
me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men
like you, once successful, will be very attractive to
girls." Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant.
I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing
so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select
some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the
company." Obviously she was unhappy, because I had
promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the
idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it
used to be something impossible to me. However, I found
it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply
hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she
was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the
TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together
or, I was lounging before the computer, visualising Dew's
body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose
we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for
a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed
that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't
imagine how she would react once she got to know I was
serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped
out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic
eye and tried to hide something while talking with her.
She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at
my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her,
O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I
could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've
got something to tell you". She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly
I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her
know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised
the serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed
by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?"
I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer
turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted
at me. "You are not a man!" At that night, we
didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because
my heart had gone to Dew.
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