Revenge Plan: Brutally Attack the Scumbag's FamilyChapter 1 My Brain Was Broken

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I married Robert Smith because I was pregnant.

To marry him, I severed ties with the parents who had raised me for 25 years.

Following his mother's advice, I quit my job, which paid 20,000 a month, to stay home and focus on the pregnancy.

Robert knelt and promised me that I wouldn't miss out on the dowry, a house, or a wedding.

And he did deliver.

It was only later that I found out that the three-bedroom house was rented, and the money for the dowry and wedding was borrowed.

I only discovered everything when the debt collectors came knocking and the landlord appeared after the wedding.

To have a peaceful life, I took out the dowry money and even added another 100,000 of my own to pay off the debts and rent.

After that, Robert and I moved to an old, small two-bedroom apartment.

But the less-than-90-square-meter house was home to me, Robert, his mother, and his younger sister, which was a bit too crowded.

He said that his mother had worked hard her whole life, and as her daughter-in-law, I had to be filial and let her have the master bedroom.

He said his sister was preparing for an important exam and needed a quiet place to study, so she got the second bedroom.

And I ended up sharing a less-than-10-square-meter room on the enclosed balcony with him.

I loved him, so I agreed.

Thankfully, the house I bought before the wedding was almost finished being renovated, and soon Robert and I could move in and finally have some time for ourselves.

At first, his family treated me fairly well, and for a moment, I thought I was the happiest person in the world.

I imagined that after the baby was born, I would take her and Robert back to my parents' house, showing them that I hadn't made a mistake.

But when I was four months pregnant, and his mother found out the baby was a girl, her attitude changed.

Not only did the nutritious meals stop, but she also started scolding me.

She said I was useless, that they had spent 88,000 to marry me, and I couldn't even bear a son.

I complained to Robert, hoping for a few comforting words.

But he looked at me with disdain and said, "Isn't my mom right? If you could manage to have a boy, my mom would spoil you."

Then he turned back to his phone, smiling.