“I knew you were heartless. My daughter bore you a son. If it were Michael, he’d be worshiping her right now. But you? You don’t care at all.”
This wasn’t the first time Mrs. Johnson had compared me to Michael. Ever since I’d been with Sarah, she had never once treated me kindly.
In her eyes, I could never measure up. Back in college, Michael was top of the class, from a wealthy family, and now he was successful in his career.
Meanwhile, I had always been ordinary, just another office worker after settling down.
I had no doubt—if Sarah wanted to get back together with Michael, Mrs. Johnson would cheer her on wholeheartedly.
In the past, I endured her attitude for the sake of her approval, even when she called me useless.
But now, since I no longer cared about Sarah, I didn’t need to keep pleasing Mrs. Johnson.
Cradling Ethan, I spoke to her retreating figure.
“Mom, if you can’t stand me, then let your daughter divorce me and marry Michael.”
“You—!”
Mrs. Johnson pointed at me, so furious she couldn’t even form words.
Then, suddenly, she swayed and collapsed backward.
I barely had time to react before Sarah’s shrill scream filled the air.
