When Regret Comes Knocking, It's Too Late

A few days later, my mother recovered quite well.

I still had a project in progress and my boss was urging me, so I couldn't take a long leave.

But I didn't ask Brady to take care of my mother and instead hired a nurse.

After working an extra day, I arrived at the hospital and it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening.

My mother said that Brady had come before and complained to her.

She really liked Brady as her son-in-law.

She told me that there were always some ups and downs in a marriage, and if we both took a step back, everything would be fine. She also asked me to apologize to Brady.

I let my mother rest well, told her that I would handle everything, and asked her not to worry too much.

The next day, I went to work.

In the evening, I took care of my mother.

For seven consecutive days, I neither contacted Brady nor went home. I didn't have any impulse to go home.

In the past, even if we had an argument and couldn't see each other for half a day, I would feel uneasy and then reflect on whether I was also at fault.

But now, I almost didn't feel the same way.

I just occasionally thought about the good things he did for me, but all of this was based on the absence of his ex-girlfriend.

A few days later, my mother was discharged.

I still didn't go home but stayed at my mother's place to take care of her.

Seeing me like this, my mother was worried that our marital conflicts would escalate. When I was washing her feet, my mother said with great concern, "Sweetie, you should go back."

"I can handle everything here."

"To repair your relationship with Brady is the most important thing."

"Actually, you may not know that Brady took care of me when you went to work during the day."

"He has been on leave to take care of me, but strangely, he told me not to tell you."

"I'm worried seeing you like this!"

Mom's words touched me a little.

I looked back on the past.

I met Brady in college.

At that time, he was the most popular guy in college. Many girls chased him, but he chose Alyssa.

But not long after they got together, Alyssa broke up with him.

As a girl, I gathered the courage to confess my love to him.

He agreed almost without hesitation.

Afterwards, we were in a sweet relationship.

Brady bought breakfast for me every day and had it delivered to my dormitory.

Hand in hand, we walked on the playground, and he innocently asked me to count the stars in the sky with him.

He stood outside the dormitory in the rain and sang for me, trying to create a romantic atmosphere.

He got sick from getting wet in the rain, and regardless of other people's opinions, I went to his dormitory to take care of him. I bought medicine for him and did his laundry.

He even saved money by cutting back on expenses to buy me my first computer.

I remember all the good things about him.

After we got married, we didn't have children. After the examination, we found out that it was his problem. I didn't blame him for it. We even hid it from my mother and made up various excuses to avoid having children.

But what I couldn't accept was that after we got married, he still frequently contacted his ex-girlfriend.

The night my mother had surgery was the saddest and most desperate moment for me! But Brady was only concerned about his ex who had once dumped him.