Chapter 2

One night, my period came, and I stained the bed and my pajamas. I got up, took off my pajamas, and left them in the bathroom, thinking I’d wash them the next day since it was so late.

The next morning, I was woken up by my mother-in-law yelling. She didn’t even knock before barging in and throwing the bed sheets at me. "Get up and wash this! Isn’t it disgusting?"

I was in pain, "Mom, my stomach hurts. Let me rest for a bit, and I’ll wash it later."

She went berserk and dragged me out of bed: "How dare you say your stomach hurts? It’s been so long, and you still haven’t gotten pregnant!"

The blanket was yanked off, and I was left with nothing to wear. I covered my chest and picked up the blanket, feeling like my dignity had been trampled on.

My tone grew cold: "I’m going to get dressed and wash the sheets. Please leave."

Luckily, her phone rang, saving us from a full-blown argument. My mother-in-law had arranged another mahjong game with her relatives.

As I hung clothes on the balcony, I overheard her relatives gossiping inside.

"Your daughter-in-law still hasn’t gotten pregnant?"

"Who knows? No sign of it yet."

"Could she be infertile?"

"Exactly! My daughter got pregnant right after getting married, and now the baby’s already over a year old."

"Maybe you should try some folk remedies?"

My mother-in-law glanced at me with a sneer: "I bet she’s just a chicken that can’t lay eggs."

What kind of mother-in-law would joke about her daughter-in-law like this? I couldn’t stand listening any longer.

I called Wesley several times, but he didn’t pick up. When he got home, his mother immediately pulled him aside to whisper. When he came back to our room, I wanted to talk to him, but he was busy texting on his phone. I tried to grab his phone, and he snapped at me, "Stop making trouble! I’m busy with work!"

I was taken aback, "What work do you have to do at home?"

"If I don’t work, what will you eat and drink? All the money in this house comes from my hard work. All you do is spend money. You can’t even take care of my mom!"

I couldn’t believe what he was saying: "What money have I spent? Apart from groceries and living expenses, what have I used? Your mom bullies me every day, and you say I haven’t taken care of her?"

"I’m tired. I don’t want to argue!" He turned away to sleep.

I cried silently. I couldn’t sleep the whole night.