After my husband passed away, my mother and I had to leave home at night, hiding in my sister's hometown to live just for this reason...

My mother and I were so scared that we could only close the gate and stay inside the house. At night, the creditors could no longer wait patiently, they all went home, and my mother and I had to secretly leave our beloved home, running away like criminals.

I work as a normal office worker, and my husband is an adventurous person, he always wants to get rich. So he doesn’t want to be tied down to a desk job, he wants to start a business to quickly become rich.

According to him, with the salary of both of us, it is only enough for the family to have a moderate life, to have a 1 billion car, we have to save up for half a lifetime. He considers himself to be rich, he has to change jobs to develop his full potential.

After many sleepless nights of thinking and convincing my wife, I finally got tired and told him to do whatever he wanted, just don’t destroy this family. With my wife’s consent, he used all the money we had saved for 7 years to do business.

He opened a paint dealership, then hired many sales staff to find partners. The first 3 years of business were very good, every month there were many valuable contracts and he made a profit, so he kept changing different car lines.

I advised my husband to give his money to his wife to save for a risk, but he didn’t agree. He said:

“When doing business, you have to decorate your face beautifully to find customers easily. I spent all my money on buying cars and investing in goods, so I don’t have any savings.”

After many sleepless nights of thinking and convincing my wife, I finally got tired and told him to do whatever he wanted. (Illustration)

I was busy with work at the company, taking care of the children and cleaning the house so I had no idea how my husband’s business was going. He said he made a profit of millions every month but he only took me and my children out to eat at restaurants every month and never gave me a single penny.

When I ran out of money and asked for a few million, my husband gave me one, but he never gave me more than 5 million. He only lent me money and made me pay him back when he had it. He said he had to buy things so he always needed money, and that he would provide for his wife and children later when he earned more.

While my husband’s business was going well, he suddenly died from overwork. His sudden passing was a huge loss for me and my children. He had just passed away for 2 days, and my mental state was still unstable when a few people came to collect the debt.

They gave me a debt paper with my husband’s signature, some owed 300 million, some owed several billion. That shock was nothing when I checked a book in my husband’s safe. It turns out that he was both a painter and a money lender.

To have money to lend to many people, my husband mobilized from many different sources and at quite high interest rates. Now my husband has passed away, the business is unfinished. The people who owed him money have disappeared, and those who owed him money have gathered together to surround my house to collect their money.

His sudden departure was a huge loss for my mother and me. (Illustration)

We were innocent, had nothing to do with my husband’s money mobilization. So now, why do we have to live in hiding like this? Because I wanted my life to stabilize soon and no one to know about my mother and I anymore, I moved to my younger sister’s house, thousands of kilometers away from our house.

The day we met again, my sister hugged me and cried, comforting me:

“I love you so much, I didn’t expect that when you left, you would have left a pile of debt that you would never be able to pay off in your entire life. From now on, you and the children will live in my house and start over. I hope life will be good for the three of us.”

Her words of comfort were like medicine that gave me the motivation to continue living to raise my children.