Escaping from the Wrong MarriageChapter 1
On a typhoon day, my husband called my mother and said he wanted to eat seafood soup. She braved the typhoon and brought the soup to the company.
On the way back, my mother suddenly had a car accident.
When I rushed to the hospital, she was dying.
"Ask Jack if my soup is delicious. If it is, I will cook it for him next time!"
After my mother said this, she passed away.
She thought about my husband, Jack Price, until her death.
But she didn't know that Jack was allergic to seafood.
That night, I saw Jack's mistress, Christina Walker's Ins.
[The soup made by Jack is so delicious!]
It turned out that he took the soup made by my mother, Elysia, to please Christina.
I commented: [Tell your man to come back and get a divorce when he has time.]
I suppressed my grief and took Elysia to the funeral home alone. In front of the mourning hall, I notified all of my relatives and friends, except Jack.
He was not worthy to see Elysia.
Three days later, I watched Elysia's cremation with my own eyes and returned home holding the urn.
At the same time, I met Jack.
It took him three days to come back.
As soon as he got home, Jack took off his suit and sat on the sofa naturally.
"Get me something to eat!"
Jack threw his suit on the sofa and gave the order.
This was his normal life in this family. On weekdays, my mother and I took care of everything at home. As soon as he returned home, he could eat and rest.
This time, I was indifferent.
He turned to look at me. Seeing that I was still sitting in the corner, frowning, he became a little impatient.
"What are you doing? Didn't you hear me?"
He questioned me loudly.
I looked at Jack coldly, then stood up, walked directly to the refrigerator, took out the half pot of soup that Elysia had left three days ago, and placed it in front of him.
After three days, the soup had already gone bad and was emitting a foul smell.
Jack's expression suddenly changed.
"Jennifer, what do you mean?"
Jack angrily scolded me, "This soup is stinky. You knew I was allergic to seafood, but you still gave me seafood soup?"
I listened to Jack's questioning and asked, "Are you allergic to seafood?
"Why did you let my mom cook seafood soup for you?"
He was slightly stunned. For a moment his expression was flustered.
Then, he said, "Christina is sick and needs care. Jennifer, you have to understand me!