My sixty-year-old husband took his first love on a thrill-seeking adventure, and they both had heart attacks while bungee jumping.
As a lady of means, I’d never witnessed such a chaotic scene.
All I could do was call my children for advice:
Your father and Susan are having medical emergencies right now. You need to tell me what to do!
My daughter snapped back:
“Dad’s the Chief of Medical Staff! He wouldn’t have a heart attack even if *you* dropped dead!”
My son scoffed at me:
“I’m taking Jessica, Susan’s daughter, to a specialist out of state for a consultation right now. Don’t you dare cause more trouble.”
I stared at the two old people, still tightly embracing each other even in unconsciousness, and dialed 91
The dispatcher, however, said they were too busy and would send someone as soon as possible.
I openly wiped away tears in front of the park staff.
If that old jerk dies, how am I ever going to spend this immense fortune all by myself?
1
Before Robert left, I reminded him he was getting on in years and shouldn’t push himself when out and about.
But just to spite me, he took his first love, also in her sixties, bungee jumping.
Watching the two old people still clinging together even after passing out, my heart shattered:
“Robert, didn’t you say the hospital was busy with meetings? What in the world is going on here?”
Robert grit his teeth, unable to utter a single word. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and looked around.
The staff member was visibly trembling:
“Ma’am, it’s like this. We tried to dissuade these two seniors, but they insisted they had some promise from their youth to fulfill, and kept talking about an ‘anti-establishment spirit’…”
That explained everything.
My old man, back in his youth, was smitten with Susan, who lived in the next town over.
But his family was poor, and Susan’s family looked down on him. They forced Susan to marry a wealthy man.
At the time, Robert had a certain pride, insisting he and Susan should jump off a cliff together to swear their eternal love.
But in the end, neither of them dared to jump. And then, Robert met me.
He told me that the moment he saw me, he no longer wanted to die.
He wanted to live a good, long life with me.
Though living with him was exhausting – he often called me stingy.
And complained I was too overbearing. Yet we argued and bickered for decades, and both of us lived perfectly fine lives!
How could he, in his old age, suddenly remember that “anti-establishment spirit”? It made no sense.
Honestly, all my advice to him came from a place of care:
“Robert, come home early after your meetings. You have so many pre-existing conditions; don’t go playing on dangerous rides like those young kids at amusement parks.”
Oh, it’s all my fault.
Perhaps it was my recent refusal to buy Susan a house for her retirement that sparked his rebellious streak.
Robert’s face was ashen now, his jaw clenched tight.
Gone was the arrogant smirk he’d wear when arguing with me.
My gaze shifted to Susan beside Robert, and I sighed again.
After living most of my life, I never expected to have a love rival at sixty.
At my son’s engagement party, my two children excitedly ushered Susan in, everyone acting as if they were old friends.
My good-for-nothing old man, Robert, even readily agreed to give her ten million dollars, plus two villas.
Normally, if I bought a new dress, he’d complain for ages about my extravagance.
How could he suddenly be so generous now?
I sat on a mountain of wealth, yet felt like a useless old woman, so I secretly hired someone to investigate.
Guess what I found.
Not only did Susan know my children, but she was also having dinner and shopping with Robert every few days.
I was furious. I flat-out refused to give them any money.
I even drafted divorce papers to separate from Robert and take the fortune I’d built myself.
But my children ripped the divorce papers to shreds:
“Aunt Susan sees money as meaningless! You’re this old, and your mind is still fixated on that filthy lucre? Are you going to take it to your grave?”
“Why can’t you be more like Aunt Susan? Other families discuss things together, but you dared to keep something as big as divorce from us. Don’t ever act unilaterally again!”
The thought twisted my heart even more. I quickly pulled away the staff member who was trying to help:
“Besides his heart condition, my husband also has high blood pressure, diabetes, and a whole host of other complications. Don’t touch him; it’s not safe for you.”
The first responder immediately stepped back two paces.
Their gaze, full of gratitude and tears, met mine:
“Ma’am, you’re such a kind person. So, what do we do now?”
What do we do?
My children won’t let me make decisions on my own, so I guess I’ll have to consult them first.
2
I sighed and called my daughter, Chloe:
“Chloe, your dad and Aunt Susan…”
Before I could finish, my daughter interrupted with a sigh of her own:
“What about Dad and Aunt Susan *now*? They weren’t together back then, is it a crime for them to have dinner and walk in the park together these days?”
“Mom, I’m not trying to be rude, but how old are you? Why do you have to obsess over every little thing?”
I went through so much pain giving birth to Chloe. When she was born, she was all wrinkled, her little face purple.
Because I loved her so much, I used my meager savings to buy rare imported formula, while I drank vegetable broth, just hoping she’d grow up healthy and safe.
As I wished, my daughter not only grew up but also became sharp-witted.
But I never imagined she’d known about Robert and Susan all along.
She even knew that on my birthday, during the national holiday, they were going out to the park together to reminisce and re-enact their “cliff-jumping” dream.
Listening to my daughter’s sharp accusations, watching Robert and Susan’s faces gradually turn blue, I couldn’t help but interrupt her:
“Um, Chloe, your dad and Aunt Susan had an accident while playing on the rides at the park. What do we do now? Should we send them to the hospital?”
My daughter burst out laughing:
“You’re almost sixty, can you stop playing these games? Are you trying to trick me into some kind of public spectacle to catch them in the act?”
“Why don’t you think about Dad’s age? Even if he wanted to, what could he possibly *do*?”
“They’re just reminiscing about their pure youth. You’re the one with the filthy mind…”
I hung up before she could finish, under the strange stares of the staff.
I stood there, weeping in the wind, my heart torn to shreds.
I wanted to call an ambulance directly, but as a helpless old woman who had just been scolded by my daughter, I truly didn’t dare make the decision myself.
I shook my head and called my son, Daniel:
“Daniel, your dad and Aunt Susan…”
Before Daniel could speak, a woman’s voice shouted from the other end:
“Daniel, I can’t breathe!”
“My chest hurts, and my head hurts too. Can you check on me, what’s wrong with me?”
The phone clattered loudly, seemingly dropped.
Then came Daniel’s panicked voice:
“Jessica, are you still mad at my mom about the money?”
“Don’t worry, ten million means ten million. I’ll make sure Mom pays it, not a cent less!”
Then it was Jessica’s voice:
“Why is your mother calling you now?”
Daniel’s explanation was rushed and frantic:
“It’s just Mom throwing a tantrum because Dad and your mom went out together for the national holiday. I swear, why can’t my mom be as graceful as yours?”
“Aunt Susan is so much better – not only does she look great, but she handles everything so calmly. She’s never stingy like my mom, I really don’t know what goes on in her head.”
“Dad’s lived his whole life, and now in his old age, he still has to be controlled by her. What kind of life is that?”
As he was talking, my son seemed to realize the call hadn’t ended and quickly hung up.
Listening to the dial tone, I felt the world spin. Someone helped me sit on the ground, and I slapped my thighs in despair:
“My children don’t care about my husband! What am I going to do?”
The staff, feeling sorry for me, came closer to offer suggestions:
“Ma’am, how about this? Let’s just call an ambulance for them first?”
My eyes lit up. I casually pulled a stack of hundred-dollar bills from my bag to thank them, then dialed the emergency line for Robert’s own hospital.
Even though it meant the whole hospital would see their esteemed Chief of Medical Staff, Robert, and the famous retired artist, Susan, embracing each other.
But dignity is nothing compared to life itself!
Calling an ambulance for this old couple, surely that counts as a good deed, right?
As I dialed, I pulled out more money, stuffing it into the hands of the surrounding staff:
“My children hate it when I make decisions. I’m only calling emergency services because I’m desperate. If they cause a fuss, you all have to vouch for me…”
The staff, counting the large bills in their hands, looked at me with immense pity:
“Ma’am, you’ve been through so much. We’ll all stand by you!”
With that, they all pulled out their phones to record my “beautiful life,” and I finally felt a sense of relief.
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