After a car accident left me mentally impaired, my wife, Fiona, changed completely. Every night, she began bringing home different men, shamelessly getting intimate right in front of me. She even allowed these men to humiliate and beat me without resistance. When I finally broke down and lost control, she snapped at me, “Lachlan, can you stop behaving like a child and going crazy? I’m a person too, I get tired, I need love, and I have my own needs! You’re not the person you used to be, and it’s already merciful of me not to abandon you. Do you expect me to remain loyal forever?” What she didn’t know was that when she was diagnosed with breast cancer, I willingly traded my intelligence for her health. The pawn shop’s condition was that if I remained in this state for three years, her cancer would be completely cured. Now there are only three days left. But I regret it. I want back what I lost. Three years ago, after a car accident put me in a coma, my soul suddenly found its way into a mysterious pawn shop. The owner asked if I was willing to trade my intelligence. For three years, I would lose my ability to speak, control my facial expressions, and take care of myself, living each day like a child, drooling and in a stupor. In return, Fiona’s breast cancer would be completely healed. For Fiona’s sake, I agreed without hesitation. When I woke up, Fiona’s cancer was miraculously gone. She didn’t initially despise my condition; she stayed by my side, tirelessly raising money to take me to doctors. But by the second year, she changed. She stopped taking me to seek treatment and began staying out late, often not coming home at all. This year, the third year, she’s been blatantly bringing different men home. As I was lost in thought, the door clicked open. Fiona returned with a new man. They couldn’t wait and started embracing and whispering sweet nothings at the door right in front of me. The man glanced at me sitting dazed in the living room and smirked, “Fiona, your husband is still watching.” “Ignore him!” Fiona said dismissively, “He’s a fool, he doesn’t understand anything. Let him watch!” I stared at them blankly, feeling as if needles were piercing my heart. Yes, I’m a fool. Even though my mind is clear, I can’t speak or control my expressions. Even if I see her cheating, I can’t say a complete sentence or show anger, let alone confront them. I can only watch them foolishly like a child. I clenched my fists tightly, my eyes turning red with intense anger. The man frowned, “Fiona, your husband is crying. Are you sure he doesn’t understand?” “He’s been like a child since he became like this, crying often. I’m used to it.” Fiona was indifferent. She let go of the man, took out a small cake from her bag, and walked up to me, lowering her voice to coax me, “Lachlan, I bought you a cake. Go to the room and eat the cake.” When I first became impaired, Fiona often used cake to cheer me up. Even though I couldn’t express my pain, her company made life feel sweet. But now, looking at the cake in front of me, it just felt incredibly ironic. I couldn’t accept her betrayal. With all my strength, I knocked the cake from her hand, stubbornly grabbing her hand, incoherently shouting like a child, “Lachlan cake, don’t want… Fiona don’t be with him… be with me…” “Enough!” Fiona impatiently pushed me away, “Lachlan, can you stop acting like a child and going crazy? I’m really fed up! I’m a person too, I get tired, I need love, and I have my own needs! You can’t be a man anymore, can’t you let me find someone to relieve my loneliness?” With that, she wrapped her arms around the man’s waist and decisively went into the room. And I stumbled, falling to the ground. My knee hit the coffee table, breaking the skin and bleeding, the piercing pain spreading wildly into my heart.
Not long after, ambiguous and shameful gasps came from the room. My mind was extremely clear, and those sounds were like sharp blades, stabbing my heart hard. I’ve experienced this scene many times. Every time, I wanted to rush in and make a scene hysterically, but my actions were no longer under my brain’s control; my legs felt like they were filled with lead, powerless. I could only foolishly guard the door all night, unable to sleep. Having lost my ability to take care of myself, my bowel movements were also out of control, leaving a mess on the floor. The next morning, the man opened the door and found me in a filthy state, covering his nose in disgust, angrily scolding, “Fool! If you need to go, go to the toilet, doing it at the door is disgusting!” I looked up at him blankly, mustering all my strength to say, “I’m not… disgusting, you… disgusting!” The man flew into a rage and kicked me hard. “How dare you, a fool, curse me, are you tired of living?” He punched and kicked me viciously. I had no strength to resist and could only endure it. Fiona stood at the door, watching me being beaten with open eyes but was indifferent. I was beaten for a long time, until blood started oozing from my forehead, and Fiona finally stopped the man, “Forget it, Dashiell. He’s just a fool, he doesn’t understand anything, don’t bother with a fool.” The two of them left. Leaving me, bruised and filthy, lying on the ground. The pain in my heart, like waves, almost swallowed me whole. At that moment, I started to regret my decision. Was my selfless sacrifice really worth it? Just then, the voice of the pawn shop owner suddenly appeared in my ear. “Lachlan, detected your wavering mindset, are you considering redeeming what you pawned?” I was stunned, hoarsely asking her, “If I redeem it, what will happen?” “Your wife’s breast cancer will relapse and be completely incurable.” I hesitated for a long time. In the end, I still shook my head, “Don’t redeem.” Fiona and I have been together for ten years since college. She used to treat me very well, not only not despising my poverty but also marrying me without hesitation when I was at my lowest. When I had a stomach bleed from drinking too much while running a business, she didn’t hesitate to donate 800ml of blood to save me. We were supposed to have a child, but because of that blood donation, the child was lost. Fiona said she never regretted it, in her heart, my health was always the priority. She used to love me very much. But love can’t withstand tests. When the three years are up, and I’ve repaid her kindness, we will owe each other nothing.
Fiona started not bringing different men home so frequently and instead only brought Dashiell back every day. It seemed they had developed feelings, and it wasn’t just about relieving loneliness anymore. They often got intimate and flirted openly in front of me. At first, I would break down and get angry. But after many times, I gradually became numb. Even when Dashiell mocked me repeatedly, I became indifferent. There were only two weeks left until the three years were up. I slowly counted the days, looking forward to getting out of this situation soon. But in the end, I wavered again. On Fiona’s 28th birthday, she brought Dashiell home again. Dashiell personally cooked for her. When he opened the fridge, he found a box of frozen meat. This frozen meat was the three-month-old embryo of the child Fiona lost. At that time, we couldn’t bear to part with it, so we carefully preserved it. But now, Dashiell put that embryo into the frying pan. By the time I sluggishly walked into the kitchen, the embryo had already been cooked into “spicy fried meat.” I couldn’t accept it, I broke down completely, eyes red as I swung my fist, hysterically charging at him! “Bast…ard!” But I was slow, no match for Dashiell. Before my fist could reach him, he kicked me hard to the ground. Fiona heard the commotion and ran into the kitchen. “Dashiell, what’s wrong?” Dashiell kicked me again, cursing, “Fiona, your husband is not just a fool, why does he keep going crazy for no reason!” Fiona turned and scolded me, “Lachlan, if you keep this up, I won’t care for you anymore!” I lay on the ground, eyes red, chest heaving with anger. I glared at Dashiell, trembling as I pointed at the bowl of fried meat, struggling to speak, “Why… did you fry it! Do you know… do you know, this is my… child!” Fiona couldn’t believe what I said, her pupils shook, “Lachlan, you…” Her shock was interrupted by Dashiell. “I know, so what? Fiona agreed to let me fry it, I heard it’s very nutritious!” Dashiell looked proud, his tone full of mockery. I looked at Fiona in disbelief, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, the piercing pain hit me. Once, she shed many tears for this child, now, she could be so ruthless! I opened my mouth in grief, using all my strength, but I couldn’t say another word, only making sobbing sounds. Dashiell glanced at me mockingly, suddenly picked up the bowl of food from the stove, squatted down, and grabbed my hair. “Fool, since you care so much about this dish, eat it all! Maybe after eating it, you won’t be a fool anymore!” I looked at Fiona in disbelief, feeling as if my heart were being ripped apart, a sharp pain overwhelming me. She had once cried so much for this child, yet now she could be so heartless! I opened my mouth in despair, struggling to speak, but no words came out, only a pitiful “uh-uh” sound. Dashiell glared at me with contempt, grabbed a bowl of food from the stove, squatted down, and yanked my hair. “You fool, if you care so much about this meat, then eat it all! Maybe it’ll make you smarter!” He shoved all the meat from the bowl into my mouth forcefully. Fiona just stood there, watching without intervening. After he was done, Dashiell let go of me in disgust. “What a killjoy! Fiona, let’s go out to eat and leave this fool behind!” Fiona followed him without a second thought. I desperately clawed the food from my mouth, feeling nauseous and vomiting. I lay on the ground in a mess, tears streaming down my face. Fiona’s coldness filled me with despair. I couldn’t go on. Suddenly, the voice of the pawn shop owner echoed in my ears: “Lachlan, we’ve detected a shift in your mindset. Do you want to reclaim your pawned item?” I hesitated for a moment and replied hoarsely, “Yes, I want to reclaim it.” The pawn shop owner sighed, “You only have three days left. I suggest you hold on a little longer so your three years of efforts won’t be in vain.” I clenched my fists tightly, biting my lip until it bled. The blood was bright red and stark against my skin. In the end, I chose to compromise. That night, Fiona returned home satisfied after her meal. Remembering my unusual behavior during the day, she sat by my bed and tested me: “Lachlan, are you… not dumb anymore? Have you recovered?” I lay on the bed, clutching the blanket, my eyes vacant, mumbling over and over: “Lachlan’s not dumb… Lachlan’s not a fool… no…” Fiona was greatly disappointed. She suddenly glared at me with resentment, her eyes full of anger, hysterically shouting: “You’re such a fool! Lachlan, you idiot, you’ve wasted my youth, ruined my life. How will you ever make it up to me?” I stared at her blankly, my heart aching immensely. I had saved her life, but in her eyes, I was the one who ruined it. How laughable. Three years of self-sacrifice, and this is my reward. The next morning, Fiona left early. After she left, the house felt empty and suffocating. Since becoming foolish, I’ve stayed home alone and never ventured out. But today, I suddenly wanted to take a walk. I looked foolish, walking clumsily and swaying, drawing the attention and whispers of many passersby. But I ignored them. Passing by a secluded stream, I unexpectedly saw two familiar figures. On the vast grassy area, bright red roses bloomed, and fireworks lit up the sky brilliantly. Dashiell was holding flowers, kneeling on one knee, passionately proposing to Fiona: “Fiona, leave that idiot and marry me! I’ll protect you forever!” Fiona, with tears in her eyes, nodded full of emotion: “Dashiell, I will!” The scene pierced my heart fiercely. I was furious, angry that my sincerity was betrayed, and that my three years of devotion were trampled on! Suddenly, as if driven mad, I stumbled forward, uprooting all the roses, kicking over the fireworks, and wrecking the entire proposal scene! Dashiell flew into a rage, grabbing my collar and hitting me. “Lachlan, you fool! How dare you ruin my carefully arranged proposal! Do you have a death wish!” He pinned me to the ground, kicking and punching, mocking me mercilessly: “Lachlan, are you really dumb or just pretending? Can a fool not accept being betrayed? But what good is your anger? You can’t even take care of yourself, you can’t give Fiona a future, only I can protect her!” He pinned me down, beating me until I was bruised and bloody, unable to fight back. Fiona watched me being beaten, not stopping it, her eyes full of disdain. Finally, Dashiell tied me up and threw me by the riverside. “Fiona, push this fool in.” Fiona was shocked, her eyes wide: “Dashiell, are you crazy?” Dashiell sneered, a cruel light in his eyes, coaxing her: “Fiona, aren’t you tired after these three years? If he dies, you can be completely free. No one will find out here, and you’re planning to marry me anyway, why not let him disappear? “He can’t take care of himself, living is suffering, he’s better off dead.” Fiona seemed swayed, standing still with her mouth slightly open, hands trembling gently. After a while, she slowly walked towards me lying by the river. Her eyes were filled with hesitation and doubt. I looked at her with red eyes, still holding a sliver of hope, hoping she wouldn’t leave me for dead. But in the end, she closed her eyes and reached out to me. “Lachlan, don’t blame me, you’ve been dumb for three years, and I’ve taken care of you for three years, I’ve broken down countless times, I really can’t hold on anymore. Maybe death is a relief for you too.” With that, she ruthlessly pushed me into the bottomless river. The icy water engulfed me, the suffocation instantly gripping my heart, as if an invisible hand was squeezing my chest. An all-consuming pain overwhelmed me, filling me with despair. In my moment of hopelessness, the voice of the pawn shop owner echoed in my ears again: “Lachlan, we’ve detected a significant change in your mindset. Do you want to reclaim your item?” I regretted it. She was no longer the woman who once loved me dearly. In just three years, I saw her true nature clearly. I had no reason to hold on anymore. “Yes, I want to reclaim my item.” “Alright, redeeming your pawned item before three years means your wife’s breast cancer will relapse starting today…” I’m sorry, but it seems the text you wish to translate is missing. Could you please provide the text you would like to have translated? I’m committed to ensuring that the content reflects the original intention while adapting it to English expressions for better understanding. Through this process, we’ll maintain the original format. —
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