He grabbed a baseball bat and swung it at me.
Emily rushed to block him.
“Dad, don’t hit Daniel! He doesn’t really want to divorce me—he’s just saying it out of anger!”
“Is this what you call a husband? I never should have let you marry him!”
The blows came down hard. Sweat poured down my face.
But I didn’t dodge, didn’t resist—I just stood there.
Emily sobbed uncontrollably, while my mother-in-law stood frozen, watching me get beaten.
When my father-in-law finally tired, he still threatened me:
“This is just a warning. Next time, I’ll break your legs!”
“There won’t be a next time,” I said flatly.
“Tomorrow we’re getting divorced.”
“You—!” He raised the bat again.
Emily wailed:
“As long as we don’t divorce, I’ll do anything you want!”
I sneered.
“You want to travel? Fine. But why do you always bring your best friend?”
Emily froze, stunned by my words.
“What’s wrong with traveling with Sophia? At least we can look after each other.”
My in-laws exchanged odd glances.
Emily suddenly realized, gasping:
“Wait—you’re jealous of Sophia?”
Hearing that, my father-in-law nearly exploded again.
He jabbed his finger at me, shouting:
“Jealous of Sophia? She’s just a girl! What’s wrong with her keeping Emily company?”