I went to the utility room fo tools, dismantled the door, and threw it into his room.
"Slam the door again!"
My son was so angry that he was panting heavily. "Wait! I'm going to tell my dad!"
He ran upstairs angrily.
Go ahead! They could have a good life together!
The doctor said, "Keep a relaxed mood before the surgery. Your tumor was discovered early, so the surgery can cure you."
The best way for me to feel relaxed now was to vent all the unhappiness in my nearly twenty-year marriage.
I never expected that three people would come down from upstairs.
Eric and Daniel came downstairs with Jennifer.
They looked at me at the door but didn't come in.
Eric deliberately spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Since I can't sleep tonight, let's go out and have a drink together. It's better than being alone."
I watched them leaving without any expression on my face.
Since they didn't want to come home, then, I wouldn't let them!
I called a locksmith to change the lock of the door, put on earplugs, and went to sleep contentedly.
When I woke up, I had dozens of missed calls and messages on my phone.
My husband and son couldn't come home and bombarded me with anger.
I looked at my Twitter account and saw that my husband and son stayed at Jennifer's place for one night.
He posted a photo, showing him and our son sleeping on the floor, with Jennifer dressed in cool clothes in the background.
"The old hag at home went crazy, but luckily, we have a friend to take us in. Jennifer, a yoga instructor, is amazing. Everyone is welcome to experience her yoga lessons. Stay tuned for our progress!"
His last sentence caught my attention.
From the abusive messages, I found the payment information of the bank card.
Forty thousand dollars was transferred out at six o'clock in the morning!
It was before he texted me!
In other words, whether I locked them out or not, he would still spend the money on yoga classes.
In my previous life, after my husband paid twenty thousand dollars for our son, he bought himself twenty thousand dollars worth of classes in the following week.
He said to me, "I went to watch our son and started practicing. It feels unfair to take advantage of our neighbor, so I paid Jennifer."
My illness was getting worse, and because of his actions, I passed out while driving and almost had an accident.
A passerby took me to the hospital, then, I discovered that I had advanced-stage tumors.