My husband still knelt on the ground, pleading for my forgiveness and repeatedly promised that he would absolutely never gamble again.
If this had happened in the past, I would have softened by now, but hearing these words now, they just seemed laughable.
Because he had made solemn promises more than once, but what was the result? He still gambled, and each time was bigger than the last.
I told him coldly, "Get up, there's no need for this. You don't need to say sorry to me, I'm fine."
Hearing me say this, my husband stood up excitedly, "Wife, you... you've forgiven me, right?"
I nodded, "There's nothing to forgive or not forgive, just remember what you've said. Go wash up quickly, I'll go buy some breakfast. We still need to go to work later."
Only then did my husband stand up, saying excitedly, "Don't worry, wife, I will never gamble again from now on. I will work hard to earn money and try to go back to our hometown to be with our child soon."