I went into a difficult labor, and the doctors issued six critical condition notices.
My husband rushed back overnight from the army.
He was covered in blood, hatred surging in his eyes.
“Just to get me here to see you, my best friend drove into a mountain and died. He left behind a widow and a child.”
“How am I supposed to repay this blood debt?!”
Overnight, his best friend’s widow, Evelyn Snow, lost her husband.
And mine… never came home again.
He left me alone to work, to earn money, to raise our child—enduring endless gossip and scorn from the neighbors.
At school, my son was mocked as a fatherless bastard.
I couldn’t take it anymore and went to confront them.
Instead, I was beaten until my head split open, left lying alone on a cold operating table.
With trembling hands, I dialed my husband’s private line.
But it was his aide who answered.
“The commander is attending Comrade Evelyn Snow’s performance.”
“No outsiders are allowed to disturb him.”
My heart went completely cold.
I asked for a divorce.
He promised again and again that in one month, he would return fully to our family.
“When that day comes, I’ll take our son for a ride in a jeep.
Let everyone see he has a powerful father.”
My son and I marked off day after day on the calendar, our hearts full of hope.
At last, the day arrived.
But what we saw—
Was a jeep surrounded by a crowd, and inside it, Evelyn Snow sat smiling brightly, holding a child in her arms.
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