"Neil, we've always treated you like our own son. Cynthia is devoted to you and works hard for you. You must never forget where you came from!"
"If there is a problem, sit down and talk it through. We promise to handle things fairly. Don't bring up divorce so lightly."
Although they were unhappy, they suppressed their anger and patiently persuaded me.
Cynthia rushed over as well, gently wiping the stains from my face and apologizing softly, "I'm sorry, Honey. I lost my temper earlier. We can always talk things through. I promise I won't buy salted egg croissant anymore."
"If you have any other complaints, just tell me. I'll definitely change." She compromised as much as she could, desperate to save our marriage.
My mother-in-law even helped me set the chair right, thinking I would finally take the opportunity to give in.
But I pushed Cynthia away and frowned. "There are no other complaints. I just don't love you anymore. I get annoyed every time I see you. It's like looking at a filthy rat. I feel like vomiting every time," I said
The room suddenly fell silent and the atmosphere froze over in an instant.
No one expected me to go that far.