Every year on the same day, my wife disappears; I secretly followed her and was stunned by what I saw

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Every year on the same day, my wife disappears; I secretly followed her and was stunned by what I saw

I have been married to my wife for seven or eight years now, and our relationship is very good. But my wife always vanishes on a fixed day every year. Every time I asked her about it, she always gave vague answers, and on that day she would not let me go with her. I harbored doubts. Two days ago, her fixed disappearance time came around again. I secretly followed her and discovered that she was actually going to do this! No wonder she had always kept it from me.

My wife grew up in an orphanage. Because of her upbringing, she developed a gentle and considerate personality. As long as someone treats her well, she will always treat that person even better, and she always remembers their kindness in her heart. She is very easy to satisfy and also knows how to be grateful. It is precisely for this reason that my mother always praises her endlessly, saying that compared with other greedy women, she is far better, and that she is a good daughter-in-law who saves people worry.

My wife usually tells me everything she knows without holding anything back, and only keeps something from me on one matter. That is, every year she disappears on a fixed day at the end of July. I was very puzzled, but I had no way of knowing what she went to do. I never got a clear answer from her about this question, and I felt very uneasy. We are husband and wife, so what matter could there be that she cannot tell me and must hide from me? Although I knew she definitely had not been unfaithful to me, this matter was still like a thorn stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down, pricking me painfully.

This year, her fixed disappearance time came around again, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. So after she left the house, I quietly followed her. I followed her to a cemetery in the suburbs. I was puzzled, because she had been an orphan since childhood and had grown up in an orphanage, and she had no relatives. She had come here to pay respects to someone, and this person was someone she would not let me know about. My wife was a little surprised to see me appear. Only when I walked closer did I see clearly that a photo of a young man was pasted on the tombstone. I stood there stunned on the spot.

Seeing that she could no longer hide it from me, my wife had no choice but to tell me everything. It turned out that buried here was her childhood sweetheart. They had grown up together in the orphanage and had no relatives. He was also her former fiance. They had been very close since childhood, and if nothing unexpected had happened, they would have married. If she did not come to sweep his grave on the anniversary of his death, no one would come. The reason she hid it from me was that she was afraid I would mind. After hearing this, I hugged my wife with a aching heart and told her that I did not mind at all. I could feel how much she loved me. I would not mind a dead person. He must also hope that you live happily. My wife and I agreed that from now on I would accompany her to sweep the grave every year. I am also very grateful to him for staying by her side during the days when I had not yet appeared in her life, accompanying her through every difficult period. Without him, perhaps there would not be the wife I have now.