My Alleged Husband-Chapter 904 - 830_7

Dad, Mom, maybe the things I’m saying to you today are a bit much, but if I don’t say them, there’s no way for me to find peace in the depths of my heart. I truly feel horrible. I can’t bear watching my family tear each other apart over and over again. I can’t accept my grandfather hurting my parents while I just stand by, doing nothing, saying nothing—I just can’t. And besides, you both know that everything I am today is all because of Grandpa. It’s Grandpa who made me what I am today, Grandpa who gave me everything I have, Grandpa who allowed me to achieve my dreams. He helped me set my goals and gave me everything. How could I ever betray him? If any of you treat Grandpa poorly, I won’t hesitate to drive you out of this house, because taking care of Grandpa is a responsibility I must fulfill. I need to ensure Grandpa can live happily and joyfully moving forward.

Do you know how often I think about if I could turn back time—maybe just two years? Lately, this thought keeps haunting me. If I could go back two years, I wouldn’t have let myself turn into who I am now. I would have lived a simple life. I would’ve embraced each day without being pushed into this unbearable version of myself. Everything became this way because of one single impulsive decision I made. That decision led to all my suffering, leaving me agonized by every choice I now make. I wish so much to return to the carefree days I had before. Ever since you came back to this home, I’ve watched Grandpa from the shadows as he secretly sheds tears, hiding away in his pain. Do you know how much it tears me up inside? He’s my Grandpa, the person I least want to hurt in this entire life. But your return has caused him nothing but harm. Do you ever stop to think why? What in the world has Grandpa done wrong? What did he ever do to deserve being treated this way? You’re my Dad and Mom—how could you? I’m begging you, pleading with you, could you please show some mercy? Let Grandpa go. Let our family go. Could you stop forcing us to live in this agony? Have you ever thought about what kind of consequences this endless suffering will bring? You think you’re happy and content, but what about me? What have I ever gained? I never stopped to think about who I’d become, how I should live my life—I only want Grandpa to be happy, truly happy. I may not be able to give him much, but at least I can give him a sliver of joy. Yet you returned and ripped even that little happiness from him. He has nothing left now. He has no happiness, no smile—I don’t even understand how things ended up this way. Please, can you show kindness? Please stop hurting Grandpa.

If you could truly stop hurting Grandpa, I can’t imagine how joyful I would feel. Three Grandpas—I mean, every one of Grandpa’s sufferings—is like a forbidden grief etched deep in my soul. I can’t tolerate anyone bringing harm to my Grandpa. He’s endured so much pain, and all of it stems from what you did—your actions caused all of this. Do you know how much I hurt deep inside? Every mistake I make, I never even consider how I should proceed. But every time I think about Grandpa being able to live a happy, joyful life, I feel a flicker of happiness within me. Then why—why did everything change so drastically once you came back? Why did the joy turn to sorrow and despair? If your return was a mistake, then I would rather you never came back at all. At least Grandpa could still live a happy, carefree life like before. Maybe you think my idea is selfish or childish, but this is the only thing I can think of that might save Grandpa from his misery and pain. At least then, I can see Grandpa smiling with genuine happiness, the kind of joy that life hasn’t given him yet. You’ve never seen what it’s like when Grandpa smiles from his heart—it’s like the spring breeze. When he genuinely laughs, when he’s truly happy, those are his most joyful, most blissful moments. I’ve never seen him smile like that ever since you came back. Every trace of that happiness has vanished. Why? Why do you choose this way of hurting Grandpa? What did you gain from all this? Do you realize that the harm you inflict on your family only results in your own suffering in the end? Yet you persist unhesitatingly, convinced that this is all necessary. You think hurting your family is worth it, more important than your own pain.