From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 116

The first entry in Mom’s journal was dated the day Dad died. She kept writing every single day for three and a half years.

“My love, how could you just leave me like this? We promised we’d spend our whole lives together. I know you tried your best, but sometimes fate just doesn’t listen. Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of myself and our daughter. Work hard up there and make some money. When our daughter and I go see you someday, we’ll be a family again, just like before.”

“Joseph, our daughter came home today. Her eyes were swollen and red, she’s lost weight, and those dark circles under her eyes… she’s clearly exhausted and hurting. But she’s the type to only share the good and keep the bad to herself, so she didn’t say a word. Since she won’t talk about it, I won’t ask—no sense in making her feel worse. For dinner, I made her favorite sweet and sour ribs, braised yellow croaker, and your favorite sautéed bamboo shoots. She ate so well.”

“My love, I’m sick. I had a stroke and spent ten days in the hospital. The doctor said it’s pretty serious, with a high chance of it happening again. If it does, it could be the end for me. Joseph, you’re gone, and someday I’ll go too. If that happens, what will happen to our daughter, all alone in the world? Just thinking about it tears me apart.”

“I fainted at home again. If a coworker hadn’t stopped by to chat, I might never have woken up. I haven’t told our daughter—I just can’t bear to see her cry. Joseph, maybe I’ll be joining you soon. I’ve already changed everything over to our daughter’s name. Life is hard, and Remy isn’t someone she can truly rely on. As long as she has money, she’ll be okay. If she’s safe and happy, we can rest easy, even in the afterlife.”

“My love, I keep dreaming about when we first got married, but I’ve been feeling worse every day. Maybe my time is almost up. I’ll do my best to keep fighting, just so our daughter isn’t left all alone in this world. The thought of her by herself breaks my heart.”

The last entry was written the night before Mom passed away.

Every word was filled with her deep, endless love for me.

I opened the photo album. My parents’ faces and bright smiles were right there in front of me. I clung to the album and broke down, sobbing until I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t know how long I cried. My throat was raw and my face burned from all the tears.

Finally, I dragged myself to the bathroom and washed my face. I found Mom’s old cleaning cloth and, out of habit, scrubbed every corner of the house until it was spotless.

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