My Ex-wife Wants Me Back

My wife didn't want to have children, so we agreed to undergo vasectomy together.

But after I had the surgery, she regretted it.

She said, "I think it's better for two people to have a child together. Now that you've had the surgery, I'll have to go to Nick. When the baby is born, we can raise it together."

It hit me then that she had already made up her mind to have a child with someone else.

So I smiled and said, "Okay."

However, just as she wished, after I proposed a divorce, she regretted it again.

"Jonathan, I've been thinking, we still need to have a child together.

Now that you've had the surgery, I'll have to go to Nick. If I get pregnant, we can raise the child together, our two families."

I looked at Emily in disbelief, marveling at how she had analyzed the situation so "logically".

I took a long time to process and then said, "You mean you won't have the operation? And you will have a baby with another man?"

Emily frowned.

This was a sign of her unhappiness.

"Now that you've already had the surgery, and you can't make me pregnant. I have no choice. It's just about having a child, it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore."

For a moment, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

I was the only son in my family.

My mother had always hoped that I would have a child sooner so that she could hold her grandson in her arms.

But when Emily said she didn't want to have a baby, I respected her because of my love for her.

We had agreed to get a vasectomy together today, but I never expected that my respect and devotion would be repaid with her betrayal.

She regretted the moment I was pushed out of the operating room.

She even said that she wanted to have a baby with another man.

And the man she wanted to have a child with was Nick Patterson, the one she had always wanted.

My wife not only lied to me, but also wanted to have a baby with another man.

Great pain engulfed me.

With anger, I picked up the pillow on the bed and smashed it at her. "Get out, now!"

Emily looked at me and sighed, "I know you're not happy, but think about it. Having a child means that when we're old, he can visit us and take care of us. Otherwise, do you want to live alone for the rest of our lives?"

I laughed bitterly and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you have to wait until after my surgery?"

Emily fell silent, knowing full well in her heart why she had done it.

"Have you already made up your mind to have a baby with him? So you didn't say these words to me until the operation was over?"

I looked up at her, gazing at this woman who I had loved for three years.

She was wearing a floral dress today, with her hair cascading down on both sides, looking youthful and beautiful.

For so many years, she had always been like this.

But what she had done and said today were nothing but thorns piercing my heart.

After a long silence, Emily bent down and picked up the pillow on the floor.

"I've told you that I will only have a baby with him. Besides, don't you always want a baby? What are you making a fuss about?"

I was so angry that my face turned red. "I want our child."

Looking at my angry face, Emily said coldly, "You are emotionally unstable now. I will come to see you later."

Then she closed the door and left.

I was left alone in the ward, feeling a chill in my heart.

Emily soon moved out.

When I returned home, everything that belonged to her was gone.

The pink slippers in the living room, the couple's tea cups on the coffee table, her cosmetics in the bathroom, and the clothes I had bought for her in the closet were all gone.

There was only a note on the table.

It was Emily's handwriting.

"I'll go out for a while. We should take a break and calm down. I love you."

I stared at the words for a long time and felt sick.

I crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

I assumed she had gone to be with Nick.

At this time, the phone on the table rang, a call from a friend.

"I heard that you went to have a ligation operation. Is that true? If you were ligatured, how could you carry on your family name? Isn't your mother still waiting to have a grandson?"

I didn't say anything, and my friend continued, "It's because of Emily, isn't it? But it's good that you love each other so much, you'll spend the rest of your lives together anyway."

Love?

Hearing this, I laughed at myself.

If it were three years ago, I would have found that word beautiful.

After all, we were really happy at that time.

We graduated from the same university and settled in the same city.

I would drive a long way to pick her up after work and buy her fresh, beautiful sunflowers.

She would also appear at the company building when I was working overtime, giving me a big hug and a sweet kiss.

Our love was well-known, and we were the envy of everyone as a perfect couple.

What about now?

I suddenly realized that the past three years was just a joke.

"We might get divorced." I finally spoke.

My friend suddenly raised his voice. "What? Divorce? Why?"

I wiped my tearful eyes and felt my nose sting. "She regretted it after I had the surgery. She said she wanted to have a baby with Nick."

This time, my friend fell silent.

He tried to comfort me.

After a while, he hung up the phone.

I collapsed to the floor and looked at a basket in the corner.

I walked over and opened the basket, which was full of baby products.

There were many children's clothes.

I bought them all.

At first, when Emily didn't want to have a baby, I did some research.

I thought she was afraid of taking care of the baby.

I felt guilty for this.

I often watched parenting channels with her.

I could tell from her eyes that she liked children.

When she finally decided to give up, I didn't force her. Instead, I stayed alone for two days and figured it out.

I threw all the baby supplies I had bought into the trash can and smiled at her, saying, "It's okay, if you don't want the baby, I won't force you. I'll still take care of you for the rest of your life."

I thought that as long as two people were together and loved each other, nothing could stop them.

Now everything seemed so ridiculous.