I was busy all the time, and although I felt physically uncomfortable, I didn't have time to go to the hospital for a check-up but relied on painkillers.

The tumor in my body was already serious.

I once felt so much pain that I knelt and hugged my knees, squeezing my stomach with force. I was unable to say a word.

My husband looked at me coldly, then turned and went upstairs without looking back.

In this life, he was still treating me the same way.

Jennifer looked at me playfully, waiting for me to be dragged away by my husband.

I grabbed Eric's arm and slapped him hard with the other hand.

"Do you have the right to decide how the money is spent?"

My husband didn't expect that I would slap him.

Jennifer exclaimed, making my husband feel even more embarrassed.

He glared at me and raised his hand. "You are going too far! Have you forgotten who is the bread winner?"

Men had better physical fitness than women.

But their crotches were always their weaknesses.

Before his slap fell, I raised my knee.

My husband covered his crotch and slowly knelt.

I grabbed his hair and said, "You can go home and have the final say there. But from today on, I have the final say on my life."

I knocked my husband down, kicked him again, and glared at Jennifer.

Jennifer was so scared that she couldn't speak.

I went downstairs, satisfied.

My son continued playing games and saw me coming back alone. He mocked, "Didn't you get him back? Mom, you went too far and didn't protect my dad's dignity in front of Jennifer. Men do care about their dignity."

I picked up the stool next to me, smashed the computer screen, and felt relieved.

My son Daniel stood up, his face full of anger.

"Dad spent his salary on this. Who do you think you are to smash it?"

He roared at me, his mouth wide open.

I put two fingers into his throat.

He bent over and retched.

"Your father bought the computer for you, right? I bought you food with the money I earned at Uber. Can I cut off your flesh?"

Daniel squatted on the ground and retched a few times, muttering, "You're sick! You're the only troublemaker in our family! You're both women, but you can't compare to Jennifer at all!"

He angrily returned to the room and slammed the door shut.

When I heard the sound of the bedroom door banging, I became furious.

I earned money to raise him up! The down payment for the house was paid by my parents, so what right did he have to slam the door?