Despite getting married older than my father’s age…

The day I openly fell in love with him – a man nearly 30 years older than me – the whole village was in an uproar, and my family protested fiercely. But I still got married. Not only because he was rich, but also because of the way he looked at me lovingly, and… At night he made me satisfied in a way that a young man was not sure could do.

In the first three months of marriage, I was like living in sweet honey. He pampered me to every meal, every glass of water. One rainy day, he even wore a raincoat and ran to the market to buy the right fruit I liked. I thought: In this life, I can’t find anyone who loves me so much.

Then one morning, when I was preparing breakfast, I heard a “rumble” in the bedroom. Running in, I saw him lying motionless, his face pale, and his mouth distorted. I screamed and called a taxi to take me to the ambulance. The doctor said that he had a stroke, was partially paralyzed, and was likely to not recover.

That night, I was cleaning my room to prepare to put the bed back in, I opened the closet to find a thin blanket when a thick stack of envelopes fell. I bent down to pick it up, but before I had time to look, a black plastic bag fell to the ground from the upper compartment.

The bag opened, spilling out dozens of medicine bottles, syringes, and strange-colored capsules. I shook my hand and picked up the reading, most of them were extremely strong physiological stimulants, many of which had been banned from circulation for a long time. There are jars that expire 7-8 years, the label is full of foreign letters. Some jars are empty, the shells still have an unpleasant pungent smell.

I stood dumbfounded, my heart pounding. In my mind, I rewind all the warm nights that have passed—it turns out that it is not heaven-given health, not natural abundance… it was a poison that was eating away at his body day by day.

The door of the room opened, and he was helped back by the nurse after the water infusion. Seeing that I was holding a medicine bag, he was stunned. After a long time, he said softly, his voice trembling:
“I know… Sooner or later I will find out. But you… I’m afraid one day I’ll be bored with you… leave him… should be dosed.

At that time, I was both sad and angry, and my throat choked bitterly. But then I realized—this was just the surface. Because at the bottom of the plastic bag there is a thick envelope, including a paper with the name… that I never thought would be related to my husband.