Chapter 2

If I refuse to go, he accuses me of being unreasonable. “We can discuss this at home. Why make a scene here?”

I stared at him silently, then suddenly laughed. My laughter was tinged with utter helplessness.

“Yohan, is this what you think? You think I’m a disgrace? All these years of humiliation I’ve endured, when did you ever stand up for me?”

“Before we married, you promised we’d live separately. Did you keep that promise? Of all the things you promised me, which one did you actually fulfill?”

“Every time I ask, you come up with one excuse after another. Is this fun?”

Faced with this barrage of questions, Yohan’s expression darkened. He glanced around at the others first, still worried about saving face.

He hadn’t considered these issues at all. My mother-in-law stared at me in disbelief.

“Well, well! After just a few years, you want to kick us out? Who agreed to let us live with you in the first place? Now you want to go back on your word?”

I scoffed coldly, “If you hadn’t cried, screamed and threatened suicide, would I have agreed? I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t be as heartless as the other two sisters-in-law.”

At these words, both the eldest and the second sisters-in-law’s expressions changed. They glared at me with furrowed brows, but couldn’t say anything. Who told them to be so guilty to begin with?

Back when my mother-in-law fell ill and needed a daughter-in-law to care for her, they never uttered a word about it, not even a glance.

In the end, it was my own reluctance that made me agree. Now the Fortescue family reaps what they sowed. It was my bad luck.

But I never expected my mother-in-law would shower the other two daughters-in-law with even more affection. When it came to me, it was expected. All I wanted to ask was why?

“Are you done making a scene? It’s the New Year! What are you shouting about? You’ve ruined the mood for the whole family!”

Faced with Yohan’s accusations, I could only retort, “Sorry, but I’m going to make a scene tonight. With the whole family here, I won’t feel right until I speak up.”

Suddenly, my father-in-law smashed his bowl. When the room finally fell silent, he stood up, furious.

“Look at yourselves! What kind of behavior is this? We finally got the whole family together for the holidays and you have to start fighting now? Whoever wants to eat this meal can have it. I’m done!”

My eldest and second brothers-in-law left with their wives and children. Everyone’s expressions were clearly uncomfortable.

My mother-in-law glared at me coldly. “Are you satisfied now? Did you have to make such a scene to get your way?”

Yohan looked at me with disappointment. As if I’d committed some unforgivable crime, he turned and walked away.

Probably because I was so emotionally overwhelmed, my belly suddenly clenched in pain, forcing me to crouch down, gasping for breath.

I tried to grab the chair to steady myself. But I still ended up sprawled on the floor, drenched in cold sweat.

My husband and mother-in-law, the last to leave, witnessed my collapse. My mother-in-law was stunned at first, then began to mock me.

“Starting to put on a show now? Think this will win you sympathy? It won’t work. What you did today can never be forgiven.”

Yohan looked down at me with disdain. I reached out for him to call 911, but he pushed my hand away.

His face twisted with disgust. “I’m ashamed to have a wife like you, just keep pretending. No matter how well you act, it won’t change anything. You’ve already disappointed me.”

Watching their retreating backs. The only one truly disappointed was me. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.