My husband gave me 380,000 yuan on his deathbed, and 7 days later I went to the bank to withdraw money, and I collapsed when I saw the balance in the card. My name is Wang Lu and I am an ordinary housewife.
My husband is often away from home because of work, and our marriage is not the kind of state of sharing beds and dreams, but it is not sweet either.
That day, I was cooking dinner for my son when I suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that my husband had been in a car accident and needed to hurry over.
I learned from the doctor that my husband's injury is very serious, and he may need to stay in bed for the rest of his life. I panicked, the family's source of income is my husband, what should I do?.
During the days of hospitalization, my husband was relatively stable, but his injury was not optimistic. On the evening of the seventh day, he suddenly said to me anxiously, "Money...... Bank...... ......"I was startled, his words were choppy, but I still understood what he meant.
It wasn't until the morning of the eighth day that I finally went to the bank with my bank card as my husband said. As soon as the trader went in to check the balance, I almost broke the hell.
"Lulu, why did you come back so late?" I had just thought of this when my husband's door opened. Seeing my impatient look, he seemed to understand something, and said with a wry smile: "It's obviously for your good ......."
"Good for me?How are you good for me?!" I couldn't help but erupt, "You had a car accident, I haven't choked enough, what else do you want? Where did the money come from? Are you sorry for me? Are you having an affair outside?!"
My husband's face became ugly, he frowned and said, "Lulu, you listen to my explanation......"
"Explain what? You lied to me, it's not your money, it's not ......" I was so carried away by my own suspicion and fear that I couldn't say anything.
My husband suddenly shouted, "That's enough!" and he sat down in his chair and sighed.
Then, he told me the ins and outs of the matter, saying that he suddenly found himself unwell, so he went to the hospital for a check-up, but he didn't expect to find out that there was a possibility of cancer.
During this time, when he was in the hospital, an old friend of his learned about his situation and took the initiative to call him, saying that he owed him a sum of money before, and he could use it now, and asked him to take good care of me and the child.
My husband said in a sad tone: "You know me, I have never been a person who will be troubled by illness, but this time, I really don't know how to deal with it."
After listening to it, I realized that I was overthinking everything, and I felt a burst of regret and guilt in my heart. My husband has always been an honest person, how could he be worthy of me? Only to find out that the money turned out to be well-intentioned, and my misgivings almost made me doubt my husband.
It should be that I was too anxious during this time, which led to this series of misunderstandings.
I looked at my husband with a heartache, and I also realized that what I had done in the past few days made him not know what to do.
Don't be angry, I'm just too scared and I don't want to lose your ......".
My husband hugged me tightly and said softly, "Lulu, I'm sorry for worrying you all the time." Actually, I hope you can face it strongly.
As long as you and your children can live well, I am satisfied with everything.
These words warmed my heart, and tears couldn't help but flow. I said sadly, "Can you please stop saying this, I'm scared ......".
My husband looked at me, kissed me tightly on the forehead, and said, "I'm scared too." But I believe that with you, we will get through this.
Now, thinking of the scene when my husband asked me to bring money to the bank before he died, I understand that this must be my husband's last love for me, and he will work so hard for the life of me and my children in the future.
I know that we will be able to get through this together and go through every stage of life together.
I know that my husband's condition is not optimistic, and I have to be stronger and give him more support. After we got home, I spent a lot of time with my husband, and in those days, it was as if we had rediscovered the feeling of loving each other in the past.
However, just when I thought everything was slowly getting better, a sudden accident broke our peace again.
I rushed to his hospital room and saw that his face was pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. I immediately panicked and quickly called the emergency number.
The operating lights in the hospital were flickering, and I waited anxiously outside, thinking about my predicament.
At this time, I remembered the money my husband said to me. 580,000 yuan is a lifesaver for me. But at the same time, I also realized that this was my husband's last love, and it was his desire to protect me and my children.
I deposited the money in the bank and hid it at home waiting to be withdrawn when I needed it most.
However, just when I thought I had made it through the toughest moment, an even bigger blow struck again.
"You're Wang Lu, right? I'm Wang Jian's sister. Her voice was cold, and there was no trace of enthusiasm on her face.
As soon as my heart sank, I knew that this matter must be troublesome. Sure enough, she asked me a lot of questions, and ironically said that her brother had done a lot to take care of me and my son over the years, and had given me a lot of money, but he had not given her anything in return.
As soon as she said that, I understood everything. It turned out that the source of 580,000 yuan was Wang Jian, and his sister now came to ask for money.
However, I also have a lot of questions on my mind. Wang Jian has never mentioned that he has a sister, and I firmly believe that Wang Jian is a sincere and good person, will there be a reason to have a sister?
"I'm sorry, I can't give you money. "I refused her request, and I really couldn't give up the last love my husband left me.
My relationship with my husband has finally come back to peace, but life doesn't always go smoothly. After a while, I found that my husband's condition was not as optimistic as I imagined, he was often pale and his physical strength was deteriorating.
So, I began to take care of him more wholeheartedly, prepare all kinds of medicines, and cook nutritious meals for him on time every day, hoping that such care would give him some strength.
I tried to trace the flow of money, but I couldn't find out why. The anxiety in my heart gradually accumulated, and the worry about my husband's condition made me anxious.
Every time I see my husband's pale face, I feel like a knife, I'm just a housewife, I don't know how to deal with all this.
This kind of suspicion makes my every day feel like I am struggling in the abyss, unable to extricate myself.
At this time, my son Xiao Wang had some school problems. He didn't seem to fit in with the school environment, and his grades began to slip.
My heart is about to break, and everything in my family is worrying about me.
That day, when I burst into the house and angrily threw down the bag hanging from the doorknob, there was a metal crash in the bag.
I held the envelope in my hand and realized that I was trembling to the touch. I opened the envelope and read it carefully, and it said that it was a letter from a friend who told me a lot about my husband's past, and in the past, my husband owed a large amount of foreign debt because of the failure of the investment.
And some of the data mentioned in this letter make me believe that the recent abnormal funds in the bank account are likely to be due to the medical expenses paid by my husband and friend.
I couldn't accept these sudden messages for a while, so I picked up the disk that was placed aside and plugged it into the computer.
The truth of all this was neatly laid out in front of me, and the brief moment of anger vanished.
Everything came too suddenly, and there was no mental preparation. I understand my husband's hardships and intentions even more, over the years, he has silently carried everything in the family and has not complained to me.
I slowly walked to my husband's hospital room and gently opened the door. I saw that my husband was still lying there, and the faint light shone on his emaciated figure.
At this moment, I knew that this was the most important thing to do.
In the face of love, all quarrels and contradictions seem insignificant. And now, the only thing I want to do is to accompany my husband through his most difficult moments.
Back home, I was still trying to digest what my husband said, and I had many speculations about life at home, and my mood was extremely complicated.
I opened the door, and a middle-aged man who looked kind introduced himself as Mr. Zhang, a friend of my husband.
I warmly invited him into the house and poured him a glass of water.
After Mr. Zhang sat down, I couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, how much money did you pay my husband a few days ago?" Mr. Zhang frowned slightly, and then said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Oh, your husband should have explained it to you, in fact, ......" Then, he said a few words vaguely, I heard it in a fog, but I always felt that there was a trace of hesitation and evasion in his answer.
In Mr. Zhang's body, I seem to be touched, but I can't say what it is. At this moment, my son suddenly opened the door and entered the house, and when he saw Mr. Zhang, he looked stunned, and then looked displeased.
Mr. Zhang looked at this scene, his face showed a trace of unnaturalness, and when he talked about it, his face was still wandering.
In the next few days, I don't know if my mood affects my judgment, but I always feel that my son talks less to me, and even a little evasive.
And every time Mr. Zhang appeared at home, my son's attitude became even more strange, not only did he avoid Mr. Zhang, but he also had little intimacy with me.
Our home is like a thick fog, and real contradictions are lurking between us like ghosts.
Whether it is the unknown worry about my husband's condition, or the suspicion that hangs over the family, the two are intertwined and entangled, and I don't know what to do.
After that, my relationship with my husband changed subtly. My suspicions and fears of him still seemed to have left traces in my heart, and communication between us became difficult.
We begin to actively avoid dialogue, and all kinds of trivial things in life add to the indescribable depression.
One day, I couldn't help but ask about the money again. My husband frowned and said, "I don't know how to make you believe me."
But while I was trying to calm the turmoil in my heart, something happened that caught me even more off guard.
I had just come back from the supermarket that day and found my home in a mess, with my husband holding a stack of bank bills in the living room, frowning.
He looked up, his eyes full of exhaustion, and said, "Lulu, I know you're confused and upset by my performance, but you can't spy on me, can you?"
Only then did I realize that my previous "surveillance" behavior had not been hidden from my husband, which made me feel a little ashamed.
I couldn't help but say, "I just care about you and worry about you, why can't you understand?".
The husband sighed deeply and said, "I understand. But if this continues, we will become stranger and stranger. I won't give up on you easily, and we need more than mutual blame and suspicion.
I was moved by his words, but I also felt a sense of conscience. Afterwards, I started trying to be more honest and communicate more with my husband.
In order to escape that sense of oppression, I simply chose silence.
However, one day a few months later, while sorting through my husband's drawer, I found a piece of paper that looked like it had been torn.
Seeing this, my heart instantly cooled. Could it be that my husband has been hiding from me how serious his condition is, and he is still going to a private doctor? Is he protecting me at all costs?
I couldn't stop thinking about it, and the message of that piece of paper weighed on me like a thousand pounds.
I tried to calm myself down, but everything was so difficult. My husband's respect and love for me made me feel guilty, but my inner conflict made me unable to let go.
I think it stems from my inner fragility and insecurity, so that I can hardly see my husband's honesty and love for me from beginning to end.
Perhaps, I need more time to let go, and I need to find the courage and confidence to sort out the impact it all has had on our relationship.
My husband's illness was too much for us to bear, and the medical expenses and living expenses gradually depleted my husband's previous savings.
I struggled to support myself and my family, but the pressure and challenges continued.
At this time, my son's bad behavior made me heartbroken again. I tried to communicate with him and understand his inner protest and uneasiness, but he closed the door to me.
At this time, I felt that everyone in the family needed my support and love, but I was always unable to satisfy them, and I could not take care of my husband, my incomprehensible son, and take care of myself at the same time.
I longed for help, but who could really understand my feelings?
On top of that, I didn't know how I could find a way out of this dilemma.