I put the baby in the stroller, walked up to Lane, picked up everything that was made of iron, and threw all of them onto the floor.
She wanna compete with me in making sounds? Fine.
Lane glared at me and didn't dare to say anything.
She was such a bully who feared the strong.
But I wasn't a pushover.
While Lane went out to complain to that old man, I asked a friend to find a divorce lawyer for me, and then I redeemed all my fund investments in my father's name and bought a house in the suburbs.
I planned to sell the marital house under my name and had already negotiated the price.
When we got married, Maxwell bought a car, and I already had a house under my name, so he didn't need to buy a house.
I preferred simplicity when it came to marriage.
I thought things such as dowry weren't necessary.
Now I realized that I was wrong. It was a way to make others value me. Since I didn't want anything, they took me for granted and even might think I was cheap.
Lane felt so more than anyone else.
She even went around saying that Maxwell was so capable. He married a rich and capable wife without spending much money.
I wouldn't indulge her this time.