My Wife Doesn't Love Me, She Only Loves Her First Love

I finished dealing with all the matters at the hospital, called the car and prepared to take my mother's body home, but she still didn't show up.

Sure enough, it was the same as always.

I secretly laughed at myself. I shouldn't have any expectations or illusions.

Even if she comes now, what can she do?

What she faces is nothing but my mother's cold body, what else can she do?

Cry a few times?

She was unfilial while my mom was alive, but cries when she is dead.Who would care?

Is it meaningful?

I silently lit a cigarette.

My weak heart still held a glimmer of hope.

The driver of the hearse urged me, "Gene, it's time to go."

"Sure." I got on the car.

Back in the village, I knelt down to my mom and started arranging my mother's funeral.

I was the only child of my mother, so I had to handle everything on my own. I was busy with all kinds of trivial matters and felt overwhelmed.

Hazel called and got angry, saying, "Eugene, where are you guys?"

"I have already taken my mother home," I said calmly.

"Eugene, are you playing me?" Instead of apologizing for her repeated lateness, Hazel began to blame me.

I said weakly, "I didn't play you. My mother really needs to go home."

Hazel was very unhappy and scolded me on the phone, "In the morning, you were the one who said mom wanted to see her grandson and asked me to come with Lucas. You kept urging me on the phone one by one. Now that I'm here, you're gone!

"Even if there's an emergency and you need to leave the hospital in a hurry, can't you wait for me a little longer?

"Terry wanted me to stay and have dinner with him, but I refused. But you..."

When I heard her mention her ex's name, I hung up the phone directly.

I didn't know when it started.

All of this seemed to be taken for granted by her.

Just like last year, when my mother had her 70th birthday, we planned to have a simple gathering with our family because my mother was not in good health. We were all happy as a family.

But when it was time to eat, because of a phone call from Terry, Hazel immediately asked me to drive her back to the city to meet Terry.

She didn't think it was strange at all, and even thought it was natural.

I got angry with her.

But she didn't care and said, "We can celebrate birthday every year, do you really need to make such a fuss?"

She left in a taxi with a displeased look on her face.

But when it was Terry's 31st birthday, she acted like Terry's own parents, helping him clean the house, decorating the venue, and helping with buying groceries and cooking, without any complaints.

I argued with her again, "Who do you think you are to him? Do you really need to be so involved?"

With a joyful expression on her face, she said, "Come on, don't be jealous. Terry rarely celebrates his birthday. It's a rare and festive day today. Don't spoil the mood. Next time it's your birthday, I'll make it up to you, okay?"