Second Chance Regret
Half a Life of Misplaced Love
After my divorce, I married the woman I had cheated with.
She was gentle and considerate, the kind of woman who always knew how to make me feel valued.
Her only drawback was that she came with a son.
But that was all right.
I had promised to love her, and I would love her child too.
As for my ex-wife, apart from the three thousand yuan I sent in child support every month, we had nothing more to do with each other.
Until the day I saw a hanging chair at a friend’s house—a chair that had once belonged to me.
