Seeing my resolve, he pushed me away, his
face hardening.
“Bethany, did your friends say something to
you at the wedding?!”
“Do you look down on me?”
I
“Yes, I know I don’t have money now, I can’t
provide you with a good life. But it won’t
always be this way, I will succeed, I will give
you a good life.”
“I know your parents are not happy with me,
and you’ve sacrificed a lot. But my family is
traditional, you know how it is, my father died
young, my mother is hoping for me to have a
family, to have a grandchild.”
“Can’t you even understand this?”
Gregory’s hysterical outburst reminded me of
Liam’s behavior at my bedside in my previous
life.
In the past life, unable to have children, I
treated Liam as my own, prioritizing him in
everything.
His mother, Linda Claire, always had excuses
to not spend time with him, leaving him with
- me.
Everything for Liam – food, clothing, toys,
school, tutoring – I paid for and took care of
personally.
I had a clear conscience towards Liam,
guiding and supporting him every step of the
way.
Yet, before I died, he yelled at me:
“Why haven’t you died yet? If it weren’t for
you, I could have reunited with my father long
ago!”
“If it weren’t for you, we three could have
been together!”
Liam didn’t mention the sacrifices I’d made
for him, just as Gregory now didn’t mention.
the benefits I’d brought him.
If it weren’t for me, no dowry, even paying for
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a large portion of the wedding myself.
How could he and his mother have held their
heads high in front of their relatives?
Gregory’s desperation to avoid divorce now.
Was it truly me he cared about?
Or was it my dowry, the substantial wedding
gifts?
Thinking about the wedding gifts, I sighed in
relief.
Though hopelessly romantic, my parents were
more practical, and they deposited all the
wedding gifts directly into my account after
the ceremony.
Gregory, seeing my softening expression,
probably thought I was listening.
He softened his tone and reached for me
again.
“Bethany, don’t say such things again, okay?”
I coldly pushed him away.
“Gregory, this isn’t a tantrum. I want a
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divorce.”
“You!”
Gregory was angry, getting dressed.
“Bethany, it’s our wedding night, I don’t want
to argue. Think it over carefully!”
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Gregory left without looking back.
He was sure I was just throwing a tantrum
and that if he ignored me, I’d come around.
I didn’t bother arguing and locked the
bedroom door.
At 6 am, a loud banging came from outside.
Gregory’s mother was yelling:
“Gregory! Why did you lock the bedroom
door? Didn’t I tell you not to lock it?!”
“Daughter–in–law! Get up! It’s time to make
breakfast for the family!”
I ignored her, put my phone on silent, and
went back to sleep.
On our wedding night in my past life, Gregory
く
and I didn’t sleep until very late.
But at 6 am, his mother barged into our
bedroom and woke me up.
She told me to make breakfast for her.
“You’ve entered my family’s door, you’re one
of us now. Before, you weren’t part of the
family, I was polite to you. Now you are
family, you don’t need those empty
courtesies.”
“We have family rules in the, the
daughter–in–law must get up early to cook
and clean for the whole family.”
Before marrying Gregory, I was a sheltered
heiress.
My hands were for drawing designs and
making clothes.
I’d never done any housework.
In my previous life, I’d suffered greatly under
Gregory’s mother’s tyranny.
My complaints only earned me Gregory’s
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“She’s my mother” response.
Unable to cope, I tried to hire a housekeeper.
But Gregory’s mother vehemently refused.
“It’s not that much work! When I was
pregnant with Gregory, I still worked in the
fields!”
“Do you think money grows on trees? You
don’t work all day, you should be more
economical and reduce the pressure on
Gregory!”
Those years of torment aged me prematurely,
my hands calloused and rough.
Even my career stalled.
When I reunited with the glamorous Linda
Claire, I looked older than she did, even
though she’d had a child.
This time, I was determined to escape this
abyss, and I refused to obey their ridiculous
rules.
