Daughter Died On Mother's Day, Husband Traveled with LoverChapter 1
On Mother's Day, my daughter died in her hospital bed. Meanwhile, my husband posted photos of his trip on social media.
He said the incident with the boy who jumped into the river made him realize that he no longer wanted to be my living ATM. He wanted to enjoy life and be filial to his mother, so he took all of our savings.
Seeing the happy family of three in the photos, I angrily confronted him, only to be pushed down the stairs and fall to my death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my husband woke up.
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The phrase "The boy who jumped into the river died so miserably, a man should never end up like that" echoed in my ears as the kitchen knife in my hand clattered to the floor.
I looked around at everything familiar in the room, then at Jude Adams, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through videos. It dawned on me that I had been reborn and returned to half a month ago.
God must have sensed my anger and granted me a chance to start over. I picked up the kitchen knife from the floor and approached Jude.
"This video really opened my eyes. I want to live for myself and be a good son to my mother!" he said.
I replied, "You're right, so let's get a divorce. We'll divide the assets through legal procedures, but you must share the cost of Belle's treatment with me. After the divorce, you can take your share of the money and enjoy your awakened life."
My stance with the kitchen knife scared him. "Rosie, what are you talking about? Why you want to divorce out of the blue?" he asked.
I snatched Jude's phone and pulled up his transaction records. Designer bags, travel packages, a gold bracelet, none of it was missing.
"Every penny you spent, every piece of our shared property you transferred, you're going to cough it all up!" I yelled at him.
Jude panicked, fumbling to explain. But in the end, he resorted to unreasonable tantrums and said, "The money at home is all earned by me! What's wrong with rewarding myself occasionally? Do you want to push me to death like the girlfriend of that boy who jumped into the river? What's wrong with being filial to my mother?"
I couldn't be bothered to argue and slashed the knife into the door. "This is my house. Get out and wait for the court summons. As for your nonsense, leave it to the judge!" I screamed.