99 Chances for Forgiveness

Alexander Morrison doesn't love me, nor does he love our daughter. The only person he loves is his first love, Charlotte Clarke.

To maintain his perfect image in Charlotte's eyes, he only allows our daughter to call him "Uncle Alex".

This continues until Charlotte becomes pregnant and goes abroad to marry someone else. Alexander drinks himself into oblivion and finally decides to marry me.

When he comes home, our daughter gives him 100 forgiveness coupons. I tell him that once those 100 coupons are used up, I'll take our daughter and leave him forever.

He holds us both tightly in his arms, swearing he will never make us sad again. During the initial few years of our secret marriage, he indeed does exceptionally well, as not a single coupon is used.

That is, until Charlotte returns to the country with her daughter. Every time he abandons me and our daughter for Charlotte and her child, I tear off one forgiveness coupon.

Now, only three coupons remain.

Alexander Morrison discovered that when he made excuses to accompany Charlotte Clarke and her daughter, I no longer tried to stop him. Even our daughter, Kimberly Morrison, no longer cried or threw tantrums.

The moment he stepped toward the door, our daughter picked up a forgiveness coupon and asked him carefully, "Uncle Alex, can you not go see them today and stay home with Mom and me instead?"

Alexander didn't stop walking. His voice drifted back from the doorway, carrying a hint of reproach and urgency.

"Kimmy, be good. Pearl is sick, and I need to take care of her. You still have so many coupons left anyway.

"Just tear this one up, it doesn't matter. Remember to forgive me after you use it."

Kimmy's eyes turned red as she tore the coupon in her hands into pieces and threw it in the trash. Looking at the table with only two forgiveness coupons remaining, I knew the day we would leave wasn't far away.

After Alexander left, Kimmy stared at the door for a long time. Her light brown eyes filled with hurt tears, but she refused to let a single drop fall.

I walked over and hugged her, wanting to take her back to the living room. But Kimmy grabbed the corner of my shirt and looked up at me with a tearful voice, asking, "Mom, why doesn't Uncle Alex like me? Am I not a good girl?"

Her words and the sadness in her voice made my nose sting, and I almost cried too.

I ruffled her soft hair and said, "Kimmy, you're my most well-behaved treasure. Uncle Alex doesn't dislike you either. It's just that someone's sick, and Uncle Alex went to help them."

Kimmy nodded and didn't ask any more questions. I knew she hadn't accepted this answer, but rather that she didn't want me to be sad too.

I carried her to the dining table and brought out the cake we had baked together that morning to celebrate her