“Emily, you see how tight things are now. How about… you go back to the corporation for a while? Once Daniel recovers, you can quit again. I promise I won’t stop you then.”
I pulled my hand away, feigning surprise.
“Mom, how could I? When I resigned, my director nearly turned green with anger. If I go back now, wouldn’t it be so awkward?”
“Besides, if I start working again, who will pick up Ethan? Who will cook for the family? Weren’t those the very reasons you pushed me to resign?”
I returned her old arguments almost word for word.
Her mouth opened, but she had nothing to say. She left, sulking.
After that, the atmosphere at home grew unbearably tense.
Daniel worked overtime more and more, returning home each night with a heavy face.
My mother-in-law no longer coddled me, instead sighing in the living room every day, praising other daughters-in-law for being hardworking and supportive.
I turned a deaf ear and continued my extravagant lifestyle.
Soon, it was Ethan’s tenth birthday.
In my past life, I missed his birthday party because I worked on a project for three days straight.
That was the seed of his lifelong grudge against me.
This time, I started preparing a month in advance.