He started pursuing me, and despite my parents' objections, I secretly married him. My belly pain returned, and I banged on the door, begging John to take me to the hospital.
He refused to open it and angrily told me to stop making a fuss and wash the dishes. Tears fell onto the floor as I got up, swallowing my nausea, and quickly washed the dishes.
When I knocked on the door again, John finally opened it, but not to take me to the hospital.
Grace and Lily followed John, watching the drama unfold. John wrinkled his nose in disgust, seeing me sweaty and tear-streaked.
"Can't you take a shower? You smell awful. What kind of woman are you?"
I didn't want to argue anymore. Leaning against the wall, I weakly said my stomach hurt and asked to go to the hospital.
Grace pursed her lips, "Tiana, you need to be more considerate. Your husband works hard all day, and instead of being understanding, you keep causing trouble. It's late, and you want to go out now?"
"If you don't like washing dishes, I'll do it. Please, stop making trouble for my son. As his wife, you should care for him. If you don't, I will."
Lily added, "John, if she doesn't want to do it, I can be the housekeeper. Don't be mad."