Husband cheated on me for 40 years
Chapter 8
Wendy disappeared.
Ever since the news of Timothy’s cheating spread, he had been devastated. He cared a lot about his face and valued his self–esteem above everything else.
He deserved this.
William called me several times, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to have anything to do with them anymore.
Until one day, I received a text message from Monica.
[Betty, Timothy is dying and wants to see you one last time before he passes away.]
Reading the message on my phone, I turned to Rosie beside me and said, “Do you know how to delete text messages?”
Rosie sighed, “I’ve taught you several times. The old lady downstairs is two years older than you, and she knows how to use TikTok, but you don’t even know how to delete text messages. Give it to me.”
I handed her my phone and said, “By the way, block this number.”
Rosie did as I asked.
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After breaking off ties with Timothy and the others, I began my life anew.
I spent the money I got from my divorce renting a small yard, where I planted flowers and vegetables like Rosie and adopted a lot of stray cats.
Many young people living nearby knew that I had cats in my yard and often came to feed them.
One day, a little girl, who often came to feed the cats, seemed to have seen something, walked behind me with fear, and whispered, “Ma’am, there’s a weirdo outside.”
I wondered if there was really a weirdo. I pulled her to the door and saw a man who was skinny and sitting in a wheelchair. He was wearing a hat and a scarf, so I couldn’t see his face clearly.
But I still recognized him at first sight.
I muttered, “Why isn’t the old thing dead yet?”
The girl’s eyes widened. “Ma’am, do you know this weirdo?”
I held the girl’s hand tightly and said to her, “I don’t know him. He is a beggar from the neighborhood and often comes to my place to beg for food when he has nothing to eat.”
The girl understood, but seeing that I didn’t like the beggar, she took out a few coins from her pocket, walked over, and threw them at the weirdo.
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“Ma’am said you couldn’t afford food. Take them and buy yourself bread.”
After saying that, the girl hurried back to me.
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Although I was wearing presbyopic glasses, I could still tell the man was pissed off. His body trembled, like a leaf in the wind, about to be blown away at any time.
Seeing that he still didn’t give up and tried to turn his wheelchair over, I took out my cell phone and handed it to the girl.
“If he dares to come over, call 911 to arrest him.”
The man heard it and stopped.
I ignored him and pulled the girl into the yard, muttering, “God, please take this bastard away soon. I don’t want to see him again. Even glancing at him is torture.”
Maybe God heard me.
The next day the girl came to me and told me that there was a car accident at the intersection yesterday and the strange man in the wheelchair was hit to death.
As soon as I heard this, I prayed sincerely to express my gratitude.
From then on, my life was finally peaceful, and no one came to
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disturb me anymore.
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There were more and more cats in my yard, and more and more young people came to visit me, and later my yard looked like a kindergarten.
I have spent most of my life taking care of children and doing housework, but now I was not busy anymore. Hearing the kids call me Ma’am all the time, I was delighted.
Sometimes when I saw some boys of Jason’s age, I thought of him, wondering how he was doing and whether he thought of
- me.
But later on, I got over it. It didn’t matter if he thought of me.
alone. Wasn’t I good to William? In the end, I still ended up
Instead of being stuck in the past, it was better to live in the moment.
Enjoying the rest of my life was the best reward for myself.
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