On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my
arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat.
My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my
arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump
and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water.
We had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more
money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections
between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every
morning we left home together and got home almost at the
same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our
marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm
life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew
hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed
in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for
her. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who best draws
girl's eyeballs." Her words suddenly reminded me of
my wife. When we just married, my wife said "Men like
you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls."
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had
betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, "You go to select
some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company."
Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to
go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce
became clearer in my mind although it used to be something
impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to
tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned
it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a
good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner.
I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.
Then we watched TV together or, I was lounging before the
computer, visualising Dew's body. This was the means of
my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way. "Suppose
we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for
a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that
divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't
imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out.
Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic
eye and tried to hide something while talking with her.
She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my
subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me. "He Ning, divorce her,
O.K.?" Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could
not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I've
got something to tell you". She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't
know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what
I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised the serious
topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words,
instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I'm serious.
I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her
angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me.
"You are not a man!" At that night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to
find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart
had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement
which stated that she could own our house, our car, and
30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore
it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who
had been living ten years with me would become a stranger
one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally
she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The
idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer.