I was furious.
Ethan slept comfortably in the big bedroom every night.
Now I decided, whoever wants to take care of him can.
Doesn’t my mother–in–law always say I’m unfilial in the community?
Fine, I’ll be unfilial. Let Ethan be the filial son!
I quickly packed my bed and moved to the master bedroom.
Seeing me move to the master bedroom, Ethan frowned and followed me in.
“What are you doing moving in here? What about when Dad needs the bathroom or water at night?”
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I threw Ethan’s clothes out, “We’re getting divorced. Your dad isn’t my dad. Whoever’s dad he is can take care of him.”
“What’s wrong with you? Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”
I smiled, “So what if I’m causing trouble?”
He said I was causing trouble. I used to think I really was.
Arguing with him was trouble, smashing things was trouble.
Not eating was trouble.
But now I know, hurting myself isn’t causing trouble. Making them suffer is.
See, just moving out of the small room and Ethan couldn’t wait to come talk to me.
In the house, Ethan barely spoke to me more than three times a day.
Turns out, only by causing trouble can they feel uncomfortable.
Ethan left the room with a sullen face.
I didn’t care what his family said outside, I changed the sheets and went to shower.
Normally, this was the time to pick up the child. After picking them up, I’d hurry to cook. After dinner, I’d cle
homework.
and then help the child with
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Only when he slept did I have a bit of time for myself.
At home, I was like a workhorse.
After my shower, I started calculating my savings.
I graduated from community college and got married after a few years of work.
After marriage, Ethan’s salary went to his mom, and I had to report weekly for grocery money.
For money, I had to ask my mother–in–law.
Ethan wouldn’t give me any money.
But over the years, I wasn’t without income. My English is excellent. Occasionally doing part–time jobs, I’d earn a few hundred each time.
I now have over ten thousand in savings.
Very little, but after divorce, it’s enough to get by until I find a job.
And I don’t have to worry about the house.
This house was left to me by my parents, it’s very large.
It’s pre–marital property, Ethan can’t take it.
When I got married, Ethan brought his parents over, and before Harper married, she lived with us too.
Now I realize Ethan probably married me for the house.
His family planned to take everything from the start.
This time I won’t compromise, I’ll kick them all out.
At this moment, my mother–in–law pounded on the door, “Nora, what are you doing inside? The child is about to get out of school, aren’t you
going to pick them up? The floor is a mess. Lazy.”
I opened the door, “They don’t like me picking them up, let Ethan go.”
My mother–in–law shrieked, “Ethan can’t do such things.”
“Why not? The child isn’t just mine.”
“Fine, don’t pick them up, nobody will.”
This is my mother–in–law’s usual trick. I used to see the family not working, got angry, but thinking of the child, I’d give in.
I’d silently do everything.
This time I wouldn’t give in,
Soon, I heard a bang outside the door.
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I guessed my mother–in–law left.
She wouldn’t be back before dinner.
I opened the door to see the living room, apart from the mess, only my father–in–law in his wheelchair.
I pretended not to see.
went to the study and turned on the computer.
7:35 AM
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Started looking for a job.
My English is truly good. I studied Business Trade in community college and love English, never giving it up.
I wrote my resume and sent it to over a hundred companies.
After that, I went straight to the bedroom.
Laid on the bed and started sleeping.
I was too tired, didn’t want to think or care about anything.
“Where’s the food, why hasn’t anyone cooked?”
“Are you dead, lying at home not cooking, not cleaning the floor.”
“Ethan, look at the woman you found, lazy and useless. Lying at home not even cooking. Is she asking for a beating?”
My mother–in–law’s voice woke me, I impatiently pulled the covers over my head.
“Get up.” Ethan came in at some point.
I got angry, sprang up, “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”
Ethan snapped, “Sleep, sleep, sleep, it’s still early. Why haven’t you cooked dinner?”
“I’m not eating.”
“Not for you, mom wants you to cook, why haven’t you?”
I was surprised, “Are you deaf or dumb, I said I’m not eating. Whoever eats, cooks.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, what did my mom do to you? Nora,
push it!”
“I’m pushing, what will you do about it? Divorce me, leave! Go find your precious Grace! Let her serve your whole family.”
Ethan took deep breaths, “Fine, don’t cook, let the kids starve.”
I rolled my eyes, same old trick, nothing new.
While we argued, the two kids came home.
Lily and Logan are twins, nine years old this year.
Logan saw us arguing as soon as he entered, “Mom, why are you arguing with Dad again? Can’t you be quiet?”
Lily nodded, “Yeah, Mom, your voice is so loud. And you didn’t pick us up today.”
Ethan sternly said, “Look at your mom, what has she become? Don’t ever learn from her, like a shrew, uncivilized.”
I almost choked with anger.
I coldly looked at the two I gave birth to.
Genes are indeed powerful, Logan and Lily completely inherited the selfish traits of the Ethan family.
They always saw me shouting at home, and always stood by Ethan.
In the past life, when I was dying, they thought of throwing me out.
Not taking me to the doctor.
I’ve figured it out, husband and children mean nothing.
Ahusband and children like this. I’d rather not have
