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The doctor called: "There’s a lead on the Liver Source!"
No matter the circumstances, nothing is more important than life!
I had to bring up the money issue with Jiang Xiaoli: "We should have over a million in our bank account, right?"
She paused, her expression immediately turning sour. "That money is invested in a ten-year financial product; it's for our son's education fund. No matter what happens, we can't touch that money!"
"But what if you or I get sick? For instance, if we were to face a serious illness that requires a large sum for a kidney or liver transplant?"
"Small illnesses don't cost much, and for serious ones, no amount of money can help. I'm telling you now, even if you were diagnosed with cancer, we can't touch that money!"
Is this really the woman I've shared my bed with for seven years? For the first time, I felt that this woman, who looked as stunning as a movie star, seemed so unfamiliar.
My mother-in-law had practically moved into our home during this time, even sleeping in our bedroom with her daughter at night while I was relegated to the guest room.
Seeing me out of work lately, her words were often laced with sarcasm:
"You're just lounging around at home like a retired old man, are you planning to retire early like me?"
"Xiaobao's private school fees and living expenses add up to over a hundred thousand a year. Can we rely solely on Xiaoli's meager salary?"
"You’re a man, for goodness' sake! You need to go out and earn!"
"A country bumpkin like you is just a burden!"
"It would be better if you just died!"
Previously supportive Jiang Xiaoli now wore an expression of "my mom is right."
Could all of this stem from that health report?
Jiang Xiaoli started coming home later and later at night, offering various excuses: friend gatherings, overtime…
When she noticed my lack of reaction, she stopped making excuses altogether and began staying out overnight.
This life is truly something else!
Weren't we supposed to stand by each other through thick and thin, in sickness and in health?
What happened to the promise of mutual respect and support?
What about the vow to grow old together?
The seven-year itch has turned into seven years of sorrow!
What was meant to come had finally arrived. My mother-in-law drafted a divorce agreement and, as Jiang Xiaoli's full representative, formally laid everything out for me: the child would belong to Jiang Xiaoli, I would pay child support until the child turned eighteen, and the house would belong to them both... With that loss of over a million, I was essentially leaving with nothing!
Seeing that I didn’t oppose the divorce, Jiang Xiaoli's eyes lit up, and her mother was positively beaming.
Once a married couple, we were now adversaries in a divorce negotiation, and the truth was laid bare.
"The savings at home have all gone to my mom. As for other assets, we can split them down the middle. I'll take care of the child, but you need to pay child support. Given the current situation, 150,000 a year isn’t too much, right?" Jiang Xiaoli said. "Since the child is with me, let's consider the house ours!"
"You took our savings; I spent it traveling. As your elder and a mother myself, it’s only fair that you both honor me for that!"
"Honoring elders is important, but there should be limits. I don’t even have the right to know what’s going on! Don’t you think that’s excessive? I’m not asking for much—just give me six hundred thousand." I could no longer hold back.
After seven years of marriage, I couldn’t just walk away empty-handed!
"If you don’t agree, talk to my lawyer. You can’t escape the fact that you’re trying to transfer our joint assets! And as for child support, I won’t pay a single cent. I also demand compensation for my emotional distress! The house must be split equally."
Now that the mask was off, I set aside any remaining feelings.
"You... you really have no shame!" My mother-in-law looked ready to pounce. "You’re the biggest scumbag in the world! I've been a leader before; in Jiangcheng, I could easily use my connections to crush you like a bug! How dare you challenge me without even looking at yourself in the mirror!"
"As someone who has held a leadership position, you should understand propriety better than an ordinary person like me!" I threw a large envelope at her. "These are my conditions: if even one isn’t met, I’ll make sure this information appears online, on the streets, and at your workplace. If you’re not afraid of embarrassment, then neither am I."
Jiang Xiaoli took it and opened it, examining it like her mother did. Soon enough, she was shaking with anger as she glared at me. "You... you shameless person!"
"Who’s being shameless here?" I retorted.
Inside the envelope were printed chat records between Jiang Xiaoli and her so-called 'white moonlight' named Jia—a returnee from abroad. Every time I recalled their sordid conversations, my heart trembled:
"Baby, are you off work yet?"
That was her new WeChat account; the profile picture showed a pretty boy standing under the Eiffel Tower.
"I'm in the elevator."
"At Tian Shang Ren Jia 888 private room; I want to eat you before dinner!"
"You’re so annoying; still so bad..."
"I secretly checked on our son; he looks just like me."
"But he can only call you 'uncle' now."
"I must make him call me 'dad.'"
...
"Hurry up; I'm waiting for you all cleaned up so we can battle it out for three hundred rounds and see if I'm still as strong as before!"
A nearly naked photo of a man popped up.
Indeed, he bore a striking resemblance to my son.
At that moment, my heart had already died!
Seven years of shared life meant nothing compared to the call of a white moonlight I hadn't seen in seven years! And it was straight into the battlefield.
The child isn't mine? No wonder my colleagues said my little treasure looked just like her mother. I dug out the paternity report for the three of us: I am Blood Type O, Jiang Xiaoli is Type A, and our son is Type B. When I called to consult a doctor, their response struck me like lightning: Blood Type O and Type A cannot produce a child with Type B blood!
I refused to give up and secretly took hair samples for a paternity test. The result showed that there was "no biological relationship" between my son and me!
Heaven must be trying to torture me!
Jiang Xiaoli gritted her teeth and said, "My mom spent all the money on travel!"
An old lady spent over a million on travel! Were you eating gold and drinking silver out there?
"Then leave the house to me!" My heart felt as hard and cold as iron.
"You really have no conscience! My daughter Lily married you, a country bumpkin, and has suffered all these years, and now you want to drive her to her end!" Jiang Mother spat at me with gritted teeth.
I remained indifferent.
Seeing those chat records and the paternity test report made me feel murderous! I went to the civil affairs bureau to file for divorce.
"You deserve to get a terminal illness, you filthy-hearted scum!"
On the day Jiang Xiaoli and her mother moved out, Former Mother-in-Law slammed the door, releasing all her pent-up anger and resentment.
I smiled coldly, unmoved.
I called Dr. Jiang at the hospital: "Let the liver source go to other patients!"
She questioned me, "Do you know how many connections I used for this liver source? Give me one reason: Is it because of money? Or do you think this illness can't be cured and you're giving up? Or do you doubt our hospital's capabilities?"
I replied, "None of those... We got divorced."
"You scumbag!" She was furious and hung up the phone directly.
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