When I Was Pregnant, My Boyfriend Marrie…
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I almost died from severe bleeding while giving birth to my daughter.
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My husband Arthur was not around, he told me on the phone that he wished he could drop everything and come back to me.
But later I found out wedding photos of him and his first love on his other Twitter account.
The date was the same day I had my difficult labor….
For a full day and night, I had endured labor with my daughter. What began as a natural birth escalated to an emergency C–section, nearly claiming my life due to severe hemorrhaging. Bedridden, I lay motionless, each breath tugging at my abdominal incision, inducing cold sweats from the excruciating. pain. I bit my lip, determined to remain silent. Despite the immense suffering, I hadn’t shed a single tear.
But when I called my husband to tell him the news, his simple inquiry about my pain unleashed a flood of emotions, causing tears to well up in my reddened eyes. His typically composed. voice now quavered with profound guilt, hoarse as he spoke:
“Honey, you’ve been through so much lately. What if I abandon this client and fly back to be with you right now…”
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My heart warmed, and I hastily wiped away my tears, declining
his offer.
I knew he was working hard for our little family, and I didn’t want to hold him back.
Arthur sighed helplessly and promised to come back as soon as he finished his work.
After hanging up, I opened Twitter.
Arthur had a six–year–old Twitter account that no one knew about.
He liked to write logs and post updates to record his feelings.
I had been secretly reading it for years without his knowledge.
On the phone, he was very concerned about me.
I thought his usually reserved self would express his concern for me in words on Twitter.
To my surprise, when I opened his profile, I saw wedding photos of him and his first love.
She was wearing my wedding dress.
The wedding photos were posted on September 2nd, the day when I began to have my difficult labor.
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I saw his caption.
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“The biggest regret of my life is not marrying you, but I’m grateful you still put on the wedding dress for me. In my heart, we are married.”
So during the hardest times of my life, when I needed him the most, he used work as an excuse to travel. He knew that I wouldn’t blame him. I understood he was working hard for our family.
this,
So, with my trust, he flew thousands of miles and gave me a very special gift. Thanks to him, I didn’t die on the operating table, so now I was witnessing his happiness with another
woman.
My heart tightened, my breath stopped, and a sharp pain spread to my fingertips.
I clenched my fists and kept scrolling.
On September 3rd, I was rushed to the ICU and fought for my life for a day and a night.
He threw her a grand wedding.
I married him when he was at his poorest.
Back then, he used all our savings to start a business, only to hit a financial crisis. We lost everything and owed the bank hundreds of thousands of dollars.
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We were so poor we almost starved.
We could only afford a bit of meat once a week.
He searched everywhere for opportunities and became very
thin.
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I lied about dieting and put all the meat from my lunchbox into his bowl.
He paused for a moment.
When he finished eating and looked up, I saw his face covered in
tears.
He came home with a ring pull from a soda can. In our tiny rented room that barely fit a metal bed, he solemnly placed the ring pull on my finger, knelt on one knee, and tearfully proposed.
He said he was sorry for making me suffer and promised to give me a grand wedding someday.
Back then, his eyes were only on me. His sincerity made me believe we would rely on each other for life.
Just as he wished.
He succeeded.
But the promised wedding never came.
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He knew I loved flowers. Even if he picked one from the roadside, it would make my day.
But he wouldn’t, because he was allergic to pollen.
She loved white roses, so he endured his allergy and went to great lengths to fly in thousands of white roses for her wedding.
The ring he gave her was a priceless Bulgari jewel.
I once tried on that ring. I was mesmerized by the ocean–blue gemstone.
I squeezed his hand secretly, looking at him with hope.
He frowned, looking troubled.
“Too expensive.”
I understand he comes from a poor background, and buying me million–dollar jewelry is already his limit.
But for him, such expensive jewelry, why would it end up in her hands?
On the night of September 3rd, he messaged me saying he missed me.
The same day he wrote on Twitter:
“She looked stunning today. She nestled in my arms like we were never apart. She’s my wife for life.
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After the wedding, she hugged me with teary eyes. She said wearing a second–hand wedding dress felt like stolen happiness, fleeting in a blink.
I lost all my money after a failed startup. Even when my wife almost died during childbirth, I stayed calm.
But when her eyes welled up, I was at a loss. I lost all my rationality.
At that moment, I would have given her my life just to see her smile.
I burned the wedding dress just to make her smile.
I feel guilty for not being able to buy her a new one.”
That wedding dress was custom–made with his first earnings, a promise he made to me.
He placed the veil on me and kissed me through it.
With teary eyes, he said I was his wife for life.
He asked for more time, promising to marry me properly again.
Compared to my million–dollar jewelry, it was only worth a few thousand dollars.
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But in my heart, it meant everything.
Yet now, he burned it with his own hands.
He didn’t just burn a cheap wedding dress.
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He burned the young man who hid in a rental room, afraid to face the world after his startup failed. He burned the me who went to the bank to get him a loan. He burned the me who held him as he drank himself into despair. He burned a foolish girl’s unconditional love.
He burned a foolish girl’s dream. In my dream, we walked hand in hand with our child in the sunset countless times.
He used my love for him to kill me.
Through my tear–filled eyes, I seemed to see that young man in a cheap suit. In a damp, dark rental room, he held my face with teary eyes, promising to treat me well for life.
But his life was too short.
So short that he had plenty of time to show her love but no time to give me a wedding.
On September 4th, I was saved after a critical rescue.
He, who never had time, took her everywhere.
He, who disliked taking photos, took many beautiful pictures of her.
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She mentioned wanting to see the sunset, and he canceled all his work to take her hiking to watch it.
She loves skydiving and adventure.
Despite his fear of heights, he overcame it all to stay by her side.
So, his principles can be broken, just not for me.
His love for her is passionale and full of life.
They have a photo of them hugging.
When he looks at her, his eyes are filled with love.
She shyly rests her head on his shoulder.
Even passersby are touched by their atmosphere and turn to look.
Arthur is indifferent, showing little emotion to anyone, even his
parents.
He does a lot for me.
If I casually mention liking something, he quietly buys it for me.
When we argue, no matter how angry he is, he never raises his voice at me.
Even when he’s upset, he still respects my parents.
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He saves all my favorite dishes for me and eats what I don’t like.
He says I’ve suffered too much with him and can’t stand to see me unhappy.
Even if it means he has to endure a bit, as long as I’m happy, he’s willing.
But when he’s with me, he’s so calm it’s like he’s not even
human.
He explains that this is how marriage is.
But I don’t want that. I want him to love me passionately, like I
love him.
I always thought he loved me, just in his own unique way.
But now, I finally understand.
He’s not a silent sea; he just doesn’t surge for me.
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