Story Share (Part 2)

His phone, tablet, all linked payments were disconnected. His credit card's supplementary card was recalled, and he was put on a monthly allowance. He listed the account for sale online, by himself, and I watched him do it. Some friends advised me to divorce him, saying it was no different from gambling. Honestly, I considered it during the first week. I didn't leave in the end, not because I'm magnanimous, but because I later saw how broken he was. For days, he kept repeating one thing: he didn't know how it happened, that it started with just one order, thinking 'it's just one order'. Everything that spirals out of control usually starts with 'just one order'. The account was sold two weeks ago for 86,000 yuan. The buyer was a college student. When they met in person, the student looked at him with such admiration, like he was some legendary figure. I watched from the side, feeling it was surreal. With the money from selling the account, he went to a shoe store himself and bought his son a pair of sneakers, costing 3,200 yuan. He placed them at the door of his son's room. The remaining 80,000+ yuan was transferred into a newly opened joint account, and I have the passbook. We're slowly rebuilding. His salary comes in, and it's deducted first. For the house, we'll start saving from scratch again. As for the game, he deleted it. He deleted it in front of me. After deleting it, he sat in silence for a long time. I don't know if he was lamenting the over a million yuan lost, or the three years he spent as a 'big brother' in the game. Perhaps both. A home can lose money in the middle of the night, and the bills remember it, but no one looks. This day, when she took the passbook back and put it away, it was like reconnecting the main switch of the house. I'm writing this page for her. Thank you for reading. See you in the next part.