northernbook Chapter 112 My Husband Only Loves His Ex 1
Chapter 112 My Husband Only Loves His Ex 1
"Love-obsessed" is an adjective.
Some people are completely immersed in it, indulging in self-pity.
Some people, however, are consciously sinking into depravity.
In the year when our love was at its purest, he risked his life for me!
This is probably the best explanation the original owner could give to himself regarding the ten years they spent together.
In the year of her purest love, she met him. In the year of her purest love, she was willing to risk everything to find him, like a moth drawn to a flame. But it turns out, she was never an exception for him.
When he was in love, he was probably truly in love. When he was in love, he would cut himself again and again, just to beg her to stay. He would kneel in front of everyone and humbly beg her for forgiveness.
When he no longer loved her, even if she was covered in scars, he never asked her, "Are you in pain?"
The original owner met Xia Yang at the best age and married him at the age when she should have been getting married.
After ten years of on-again, off-again relationships, she married the man she had always wanted to marry when she was young; she thought she had married her dream.
But it turns out that the rose in his hand is romantic to give to anyone, the youth he talks about is regrettable to everyone, and anyone standing under the cherry blossom tree is beautiful.
The original owner actually knew everything. She always knew what Xia Yang was like. The person he liked was always the one he couldn't have. He loved whoever was his ex, but he didn't love anyone. He was just a hypocrite.
The ideal woman in his heart is every ex-girlfriend who is his true love and whom he can't forget. His current girlfriends are all just weeds; once they break up, the new love becomes the old love, and he can't have her back. It's all a missed opportunity.
Eight years after they parted ways, they met again. He was still the same person who could bring tears to her eyes at first glance, but she was no longer the person he would have once been willing to give everything for.
He said he was still the same boy he used to be, but in reality, they could never go back.
Time is like a knife, grinding them apart until they are bloodied and mangled. The one who falls in love first loses miserably.
Before the wedding, the original owner secretly checked Xia Yang's phone while he was asleep, finding obscene photos and messages on his blacklist.
She clearly saw it all—his flirtatious text messages with countless women. That day, she broke down and hid in the bathroom, crying all night.
But the next day, she still didn't say anything or ask anything.
When he returned from his business trip, a box of pills fell out of his pocket. It was for entertainment, and one pill was missing. She knew perfectly well that, but as long as he said it was from a friend, she believed him.
He said, "I work myself to the bone outside, all for you. I drink, sing, and do chores with clients, but it's just for show. You have to understand me."
Ha, it's as if he wouldn't make money without the original owner.
Everything he does is for you, for you. If you object, he'll only ask you one question: "Would you be willing to come home with me and farm the land?" If you are, then I won't need to drink.
When they got married, even though the bride price was only the average local amount, he demanded an exorbitant bride price from their family.
He said that if you don't bring back a single penny of your dowry, then the marriage shouldn't happen, so the original owner spent all the dowry money on him.
"Honey, can you help me pay off the car loan?"
"Honey, we're out of money. We need to treat our clients to dinner."
"Honey, it's time to pay your insurance."
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Later, he said, "Haven't I been good enough to you? You eat my food, drink my drinks, and live in my house. You don't even go out to work. What more do you want?"
In reality, he never gave the original owner a single penny; he only covered living expenses, yet he felt that he had given the original owner an incredibly privileged life.
When we are young, we are often impulsive, ignore advice, and only want to pursue what we believe to be love.
However, after experiencing various trials in marriage, she realized that what she married was not true love, but the price of her youthful ignorance.
Despite hearing the道理 (principles/reasoning) a thousand times, we still stubbornly insist on going our own way, always thinking that we will be the one who is favored, only to find out that you were never his favorite or exception.
After too many disappointments, even the most beloved person will not stay in the same place forever. The original owner waited for him for ten years, but the two reached the end after only half a year of marriage.
She loved him, but he couldn't give her a home. A love that is only one person's own is destined to be short-lived. No one will wait forever in the same place. She waited for him for ten years, but in the end, it was like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly. He was both a blessing and a curse.
The original owner spent a lifetime trying to let go of the mistaken love he had in his youth.
It can be said that the original owner was a top-tier love-obsessed person. She clearly understood everything and knew everything, but she still chose to go all in without hesitation. The most fatal thing is to consciously succumb to love.
Qingmo: Sometimes my mother tongue is speechless.
People who have never experienced love truly cannot understand anything about being love-struck.
At this point in time, Xia Yang is still the original owner's husband, and the two have just gotten married. What can Qingmo do?
Of course, I'll buy a double-door refrigerator to freeze the food for my loved ones!
Learn anatomy to uncover the secrets of the original owner's beloved!
Buy an excavator, dig the deepest grave, and bury the person the original owner loved most!
If this is such pure love, how can we not tear this scumbag apart?!
In the past, people were afraid of being cheated on in relationships; now, they're afraid of being killed. But don't be afraid, the one who disappears can also be him.
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Qingmo was lying in bed sleeping. It was winter and a bit cold. She and Xia Yang were spending the Spring Festival in their hometown in the countryside. Besides his grandparents, his father and his young and beautiful stepmother were also there.
Xia Yang wasn't home; he went out to hang out with his cronies, making ten thousand phone calls a day, pretending to be very busy, but no one knew what he was busy with. His pockets were emptier than his face. Haha.
Let's just dig a hole and bury him. He didn't have the destiny of a prince, but he had the disease of one. When others called him "young master," he became more arrogant than anyone else.
His father had a little money, but it wasn't his turn. It turns out that even a biological son can't compete with the influence of his wife's words.
My stepmother wants to buy a car, of course she wants one worth hundreds of thousands. My son buys it? What? It only costs tens of thousands? Do you think my money grows on trees?
Qingmo laughed out loud as she thought about it; this family was really quite eccentric.
At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Qingmo opened the door and saw Xia Yang returning, drunk. He grinned at her and said, "Wife, I'm home."
Qingmo frowned and stepped aside to let him in.
Xia Yang collapsed onto the sofa as soon as he entered the door, muttering, "Honey, did you miss me? I missed you so much. Go get me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty."
Qingmo stared at him for a while, a cold smile playing on her lips. She turned and went into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water, which she then splashed directly onto Xia Yang's face.
Xia Yang woke up with a start, glaring angrily at Qing Mo: "What are you doing?"
Qingmo crossed her arms and said slowly, "Didn't you want some water? Now you're not thirsty anymore."
Enraged, Xia Yang stood up to make a move. Despite being 1.8 meters tall and as thin as a bamboo pole, he still looked quite intimidating compared to the original owner, who was only 1.55 meters tall.
What could Qingmo do? She jumped up and slapped him a few times, saying, "Are you sober now? Do you want me to sober you up some more?"
Xia Yang looked incredulous. He knew that the original owner of this body had always been obedient to him, and even when they argued, the original owner would always be the one to apologize and coax him. How could the original owner dare to hit him? Did he not want to live with him anymore?
Are you sick in the head?
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door. It turned out that his grandmother had heard the two arguing and rushed over to break them up.