The Helpless Widow (End of Chapter 22)

(5)

One night, after more than two months of maintaining my relationship with Ah Jun, we were lying naked on the bed, panting. Ah Jun started kissing me from my buttocks, slowly moving up my spine to my neck, and then went around to the front and gave me a deep kiss. Suddenly, Ah Jun touched my cheek and asked me.

"Sister Ruo, the company wants me to go to Canada as a manager. Would you like to come with me?" I was startled.

"I..." I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Ah Jun to leave me, but I couldn't abandon my deceased husband and his family.

"Do you...do you really have to go?" I asked.

"What if I do?" Ah Jun said

. "I...I...can you give me some time to think about it?"

"It's okay, Sister Ruo, don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you really don't want to, I'll just tell the company."

Of course, I knew this was a great opportunity, and Ah Jun should seize it. After all, it would be easier to get promoted wherever he went or when he returned to Taiwan. This put me in a very difficult position.

A few days later, Ah Jun accidentally left his phone at home. The phone rang, and I was afraid it was an important call that I couldn't miss, so I had to bite the bullet and answer it for him.

"Hello," I answered the phone.

"Hello! Are you going to give me the money or not?!" I heard a girl shout fiercely.

"Sorry, I'm not him, he's not here."

"You're that widow, right?" The person hit the nail on the head.

"And who are you?" I felt something was off; Ah Jun was probably hiding something from me.

"Who am I? Do you really want to know?" I wondered if Ah Jun already had a girlfriend and she was asking for a breakup fee or something.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Let's meet then. It's easier to talk things out in person."

I gave her my home address and asked her to come to my house. I also had a can of pepper spray in my pocket in case she wanted to harm me, but I felt like I recognized the woman; I couldn't remember where I'd seen her before.

"Alright, miss, what's the matter?"

"You remember your husband's death, right?" the man said.

"Remember me? The teacher who took care of that child?" Hearing this, I remembered.

"What does that have to do with Ah Jun and me? Why are you asking him for money?"

"Looks like he's already taken advantage of you. Since he's treated me like this, I don't need to be polite."

"More than two months ago, he came to me asking for my help."

"Help him with what?" I asked.

"I used to be an orphanage teacher. To put it simply, I pushed the children into the road." I was shocked.

"So you understand now? He wanted to kill your husband to get you, so he wanted me to push that child out so he could run him over openly." A chill ran down my spine.

"You... why would you do that? That... that's a life!"

"A life, what's a life worth? It's only two million. But I never thought I'd lose my license and my job because of my negligence. Asking for a few million more wouldn't be unreasonable."

"But that's alright. You already know. Don't be too sad. I'll get revenge for you. I'll turn myself in to the police soon. I'll only be locked up for a few years at most, but he's definitely dead." The woman had a desperate look

on her face. As the woman got up to leave, a thousand images flashed through my mind: all the days I spent with my husband, my resentment and anger towards Ah Jun. But suddenly, the past two months of life with Ah Jun flashed by. Then, there was a thud. When I came to my senses, I saw the woman lying on the ground, and I was holding a vase that I had picked up at random.

I couldn't let Ah Jun leave me, and I couldn't live without him. So I dragged the woman to a tin shack on the rooftop, a place where they kept cleaning supplies for the water tank. It was rarely used except by the building manager who cleaned it once or twice a week. I tied her hands and feet with a rope, left her some food and water, and then locked her inside.

Back in my room, I put the vase back and sat on the sofa, sobbing. It had been over two months since I last cried like this. Ever since I accepted Ah Jun, every day felt like a sweet romance, but I never imagined I would truly fall completely in love with him. Even though he killed my husband, I didn't want him to be punished, because no matter what, I knew he loved me dearly. Perhaps that's why he wanted to take me away from my husband. Finally, evening came and Ah Jun returned.

That night, as we slept, Ah Jun took off my robe and put his arm around my waist, but I instinctively flinched away. A shadow still lingered in my heart; I didn't know if I should tell him I knew everything.

"What's wrong?" Ah Jun asked, noticing my reaction.

"Nothing," I replied

. Then, Ah Jun pulled me back into his arms and began to caress me tenderly. I was once again immersed in the pleasure Ah Jun brought me. Just as Ah Jun was reaching his peak, I opened my eyes and saw him enjoying my body with his eyes closed. I felt utterly helpless. At that moment, I made a decision: I would bury all of this in my heart forever. I would completely become Ah Jun's woman. No husband or family could compare to Ah Jun's place in my heart.

"Ah Jun," I called to the man on top of me as the intense sex ended.

"Mmm."

"I'm willing to go to Canada with you." I was no longer confused.

"Sister Ruo, really?" Ah Jun asked excitedly.

"Don't call me Sister Ruo anymore, I'm yours now, call me Ya Ruo."

"Mmm, Ya Ruo, Ya Ruo," Ah Jun kept calling me.

Because Ah Jun replied so late, everything was rushed. I only had two days to prepare before leaving the country. Before leaving, I sent a letter to my father-in-law, asking him to come to the house to handle the next matters. I put the house deed, my late husband's savings and insurance money, etc. on the living room table. After all, I no longer had the right to take these things. In addition, Ah Jun also left the DVD he had filmed before, so that they would know what had happened.

"Ya Ruo is about to leave," Ah Jun urged me.

I knelt before my deceased husband's memorial tablet, weeping. Before this, Ah Jun had taken advantage of me several times in front of the tablet.

"I know I'm sorry to you, but I really can't live without him. No matter how much resentment you feel, please don't take away my happiness. I will repay you in the next life, even if it means being your slave. I have to go now. I'll say sorry to you one last time."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and walked to Ah Jun's side, hugging his arm. Ah Jun saw me being affectionate with him, turned around, and gave me a kiss. This was the support I needed.

I'm just a woman, a woman who needs to be cared for. Although Ah Jun took away my husband, he also fulfilled my needs. I can't blame him because he loves me, and I've fallen in love with him too. In the end, I can only apologize to my deceased husband. I simply couldn't refuse, whether he demanded sex or he killed my husband and took me away. I could only silently accept it; what could I do, helplessly falling in love with him?

(The End)

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