My Alleged Husband

Chapter 948: Chapter 841: Suicide

Ran Zhihan didn’t seem to understand why I acted as if I were triggered inside the hospital. He smashed a glass and used a shard to cut his own wrist. Blood poured out of him, flowing down his arm like an unstoppable spring.

Zhang Yichen was outside discussing his wife’s condition with the doctors, without bothering to check on her inside the hospital room. He was already convinced that his wife’s situation had reached an irreparable point.

He wasn’t worried about anything else now, only fearing that his wife might meet with danger at any given moment. After all these years of struggles together, getting to this point was no small feat. He had never felt such tension before. He had always believed he could live a happy life, but now, with his parents finally returning—the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish—the unexpected crisis with his wife cast a long shadow. If this continued, how was he supposed to shoulder all this pain?

Zhang Ni planned to visit his mother today to see if her condition had improved. But the moment he stepped into the hospital room, his heart nearly stopped in fright. His mother was lying in a pool of blood, her hand still bleeding uncontrollably. Her face was pale, lifeless; she looked as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color. He couldn’t understand why his mother would choose to take her own life—and did this have something to do with his father? Where was his father when something like this happened? Why wasn’t he there when his mother needed him?

When Zhang Yichen saw the medical staff rushing toward his wife’s hospital room, he immediately knew something had gone terribly wrong again. He hurried inside, only to find his son holding his crying wife in his arms. He instantly grasped the severity of the situation—another misfortune had struck. He couldn’t help but wonder if his son would once more lay the blame entirely on him.

”Doctor, please come quickly and check on my mom. When I entered the room, I found her lying on the ground, covered in blood. Her face was already so pale. I’ve performed basic first aid to stop the bleeding on her hand, but looking at all this blood everywhere, I can’t help but feel worried,” Zhang Ni cried out.

After examining Ran Zhihan’s injuries, the doctor solemnly remarked, ”I don’t understand why she attempted suicide again. Her condition is very unstable. Any minor grievance or unresolved inner turmoil could push her to harm herself. This might not be the last time it happens, so you’d better ensure someone is always around to watch her—family members are best, preferably 24-hour supervision—to prevent further incidents. If something like this happens again, there may not be enough time to save her. She’s already lost a significant amount of blood this time and needs an immediate transfusion. I urge you to seriously think about how your family can care for her moving forward. Her current emotional state can’t withstand any shocks or even the slightest criticism.”

Zhang Ni, seeing his father at that moment, felt his anger ignite once again. He blamed his father for turning his mother into this fragile state. He couldn’t help but fear having his mother stay with his father—it meant being exposed to such unbearable risks. All he wanted was for his mother to recover peacefully, without threats or harm. But why was this simple wish so difficult to achieve? His mother was already in the hospital, and yet his father still didn’t seem willing to accompany her and provide her comfort.

”Dad, what happened to your promises to me? You said you’d stay by Mom’s side, making sure nothing happened to her. So what is this today? Does your word mean anything at all? Why do you treat your family members as though they’re people you can casually hurt? Think about your actions for a moment. Are they worthy of the dedication my mom has shown you?

She’s ended up in this state, bound to the hospital, stripped of her freedom to live her own life. And yet you keep tormenting her. Why can’t you let Mom have even a single day of peace? You know better than anyone how exhausting her life has been. With you, the world sees her as the happiest woman alive, but whether she’s truly happy or living close to her breaking point—only you know the truth. What have you given her in exchange for her unwavering devotion? Is this how you repay her time and time again?

I’m your son, so I’ll never have the right to stand between the two of you, nor to dictate or criticize your choices. But as your son, I still hope you can treat my mom sincerely. Don’t try to fool me, because the one you’re fooling isn’t me—it’s Mom and yourself. You’ve reduced your relationship to nothing but froth, and what has all of this turned into for you? Do you truly believe my mother doesn’t feel the weight of her life? Do you think she asked to end up like this? If she were clear-minded, normal, and saw what she’s become, don’t you think she’d fear it as much as anyone? She didn’t want to live such an undignified life either, but she has no choice—she can only accept treatment. And during this process, your involvement as her husband is crucial. Where is your care and companionship? If you truly cared for her, how could she still find opportunities to attempt suicide?

Why can’t you stop repeating the behavior of my grandfather? Facing any crisis or undesirable outcome, you just try to shift the blame onto others. Shifting blame isn’t a solution—it’s no way to confront the root of these issues. Time and time again, you assign fault to others, but what does that make you? Deep in your heart, do you truly not know whether your actions are right or wrong? Every mistake you make—what does it turn your loved ones into for you? Does their pain mean anything?”

Zhang Yichen knew that today’s incident was due to his own negligence. Faced with his son’s accusations, he was left speechless. There was nothing he could say in his defense; he could only silently endure the guilt his son unleashed upon him. As a husband, he had failed in every possible way. His wife had tried to kill herself in her hospital room, and he hadn’t even caught the slightest sound of distress. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder—if he kept going like this, could he ever provide his wife a safe and happy home? Perhaps that was a dream he’d never be capable of fulfilling.