My son had been married for exactly one week. The new daughter-in-law seemed well-behaved, spoke softly, and was respectful to all of my husband’s relatives. I was overjoyed, even boasting to the neighborhood:
‘How lucky, I found a sensible daughter-in-law!’ But just a few days after the wedding, I started to notice something… very strange. Every morning, I would see her bring the sheets, blankets, and pillows out to dry in the courtyard; sometimes she even changed them twice a day. When I asked, she just smiled and said:
‘I’m allergic to dust, so I can only sleep if it’s clean.’ I was suspicious. No one else in the family had allergies, did they? The new wedding bedsheets were all high-quality, and smelled fresh. That morning, I pretended to go to a far-off market. Waiting for my daughter-in-law to go down to the kitchen, I secretly slipped into my son’s and daughter-in-law’s room to check.
As soon as I opened the door, a strong, pungent smell assaulted my nose. I pulled up the bedsheet, my heart nearly stopped: The pristine white mattress pad was stained with scattered, mottled bloodstains, layer upon layer – clearly not menstrual blood, but blood seeping from a wound. I frantically searched and found bandages, antiseptic, and… a piece of blood-soaked men’s undershirt hidden in the drawer. I rushed down to the kitchen, grabbed my daughter-in-law’s arm, and confronted her.
At first, she bit her lip and wouldn’t speak, but then she buried her face in her hands and burst into sobbing tears: “Mother… my husband – he… has… stage-four blood cancer. We rushed the wedding because the doctor said he only had a few months left.
I couldn’t bear to leave him, so I asked to marry him so we could be together every day…” I was speechless. My son – the child I gave birth to and raised, yet he hid it from his mother to leave in silence, just so I wouldn’t be heartbroken. From that day on, I personally went to buy new sheets and pillows, and every morning, I quietly washed them with my daughter-in-law. And for the first time in my life, I hugged my daughter-in-law and cried like a child.
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