On the seventh wedding anniversary, my husband’s unrelated aunt posted a group photo and her pregnancy test report on Instagram with the caption: [Thank you for being by my side and giving me a child.] Looking at the two men in the photo, Kayla Moore, my mother-in-law, and I, Brenda Taylor, looked at each other. Those two men in the group photo were my husband, Sean Nelson, and my father-in-law, Frank Nelson. In the photo, three hands overlapped and touched the slightly swollen belly. This scene looked particularly warm. Kayla and I liked the post without any mood swings. The next second, our phones rang at the same time. We answered the calls. “What do you want? You can’t get pregnant. Are you jealous of my aunt? How could you be so mean?” “I just treat her as my sister. Why are you still so jealous at such an old age?” Sean and Frank scolded us with disgust. Kayla and I hung up the phone in tacit understanding and then took off our rings. But later, Sean and Frank all regretted it and even threatened to commit suicide to beg our forgiveness. Sean cried, “Don’t leave me. I have always loved you. Please. I can’t live without you.” … Ever since Sean’s aunt, Angela Nelson, got pregnant, Sean and Frank had not come back home. Surprisingly, all of them were at home today. “Brenda, don’t make a fuss, okay? Angela is my aunt, and her child is my family’s,” Sean frowned and looked at me impatiently. Then, he looked at the opened suitcase. “Why are you jealous of Angela?” His tone became more and more impatient. “I’m not jealous. You’re overthinking it,” I said without looking up at Sean. “You’re not jealous? Every time we have a fight, you start packing as if you are going to leave. Do you think I don’t know what you are thinking? You have no friends or relatives. Where can you go?” Sean seemed to have a sneer as he spoke. I was shocked, staring at Sean in disbelief. I was an orphan. My parents died in an accident when I was very young, leaving me a large inheritance. My relatives fought for my custody rights to get the inheritance. However, they started abusing me after getting what they wanted. In the darkest hour, Sean came into my life like a ray of light. I had thought he could give me a home and warmth, but later, I found out that he caused all the hardships I had encountered after we had been together. Sean had been my salvation in my youth, and now, he was the cause of my distress. Every time Sean quarreled with me was because of Angela. And when I packed, Sean would only look at me coldly. Sean said indifferently, “Whatever. Just go.” He even wanted to divorce me for Angela. “That’s my luggage,” Kayla suddenly said. Sean sighed, “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Brenda is jealous. You are getting old. How could you be so naive like her?” Frank stood aside, echoing, “Kayla, we’ve been a couple for so many years. Don’t you know that I’ve always treated Angela as my sister? Why are you as jealous as young girls?” He blamed me and Kayla and thought we were stirring up trouble. Kayla and I looked at the two men in front of us with disappointment. We had lived together for years, but we didn’t expect them to comment on us with such mean words. Kayla couldn’t help but sneer, “Your sister? Have you forgotten that Angela is just an adopted daughter of the Nelson family? She is a single older woman. How did she get pregnant? Who is the father of her child?” Kayla looked at Sean with disappointment. Sean and Frank were left speechless by Kayla’s questions, looking at her in shock. Kayla was a gentle person. She had been a couple with Frank for more than 30 years, but she had never said to him in such a cold and sharp tone. I had always been obedient to Sean. Sean and Frank didn’t know how to reply. They stood there in silence for a long while. Sean wanted to take my hand to ease the tense atmosphere, but I shook his hand off. Sean was shocked again, looking a little sullen. He said in a commanding voice, “Stop that now, Brenda. You’ve misled my mom.” Frank sat on the sofa, ordering Kayla as usual. “Is the coffee ready? You’re not young, but you’re still jealous. I really don’t understand why you have to turn against Angela for so many years.” Kayla did not bring Frank the coffee she had prepared in advance as she did in the past. “Whatever. I’m not a servant,” Kayla said and then went to her room.
Frank stood up angrily, pointed at Kayla’s back, and started cursing. “You are getting old, but you are still so jealous. If I had known this, I shouldn’t have married you.” Seeing this, Sean and I were stunned. I didn’t know why Frank suddenly became furious this time. In my impression, he was a mild-tempered man. Looking at Kayla’s sad and disappointed back, I seemed to see my future. I suddenly further strengthened my determination to divorce. I stroked my belly and didn’t say anything. This fight ended in silence. I turned around and went back to the room. Sean and Frank saw the attitude of me and Kayla, and they slammed the door and left. Before leaving, Sean looked at me with disdain and said, “Whatever you think. Brenda, don’t regret it.” I was not surprised to hear this. Whenever we quarreled, I was the one who took the initiative to apologize and tried my best to beg Sean to forgive me. But I would never do that in the future. Looking at the wedding photos on the wall, I forced a bitter smile. In fact, I had a happy life with Sean before. However, Angela destroyed it after she had returned from abroad. Kayla had told me that Angela was the adopted daughter of the Nelson family and was 15 years younger than Frank. Angela’s parents and Frank’s father were good friends. But Angela’s parents had died in a natural disaster. At the time, Angela was only 3 years old. Sean had been with Angela a lot since she came back from abroad. I hadn’t noticed anything unusual at the very beginning. I only thought Angela’s relationship with Frank and Sean was a little bit unlike that of among family members. Later, Angela’s behaviors became more and more excessive. She even called Sean late at night, saying that she was afraid of thunder and wanted him to accompany her. Even Frank couldn’t remain calm after hearing this. Therefore, the two of them often went to a single woman’s house on rainy nights. What was more, Angela always mentioned to me, intentionally or unintentionally, how unique she was to Sean. She even took away Sean and Frank’s lucky charms that Kayla had gotten with great effort. Sean and I had many quarrels because of Angela. “Angela is just my aunt. My grandpa has passed away, and she only has two of us. How can you be so vicious? Don’t defile our family affection with your dirty thoughts,” Sean said coldly and looked at me with disdain. Kayla came in and handed me a tissue. Only then did I realize that my face was wet with tears. I calmed myself down and forced a smile. “I’m fine, Kayla.” “Have you thought about it? Are you sure you don’t want to tell Sean about your pregnancy?” Kayla looked at me with concern, feeling distressed for me. “I’ve made up my mind. I want to give birth to this child and divorce Sean. With my savings and ability, I can raise the child alone.” I stroked my belly. Although I was only a month pregnant, I could feel the presence of this child. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry to get you involved.” Kayla hugged me gently. I was weeping silently. Upon hearing this, I could no longer control my emotions and cried. I didn’t know whether I was crying for myself, for my failed marriage, or my stupidity. How stupid I was. I actually wanted a man to give me happiness.
I said, “Kayla, no matter what happens between me and Sean, you will always be my family and the grandma of the baby in my belly. “But you… Have you really thought it through? What if Frank doesn’t agree to a divorce?” I looked at Kayla with some worry. After all, it was easy to get married but difficult to get divorced nowadays. Kayla smiled. There was no sadness on her face but just unusual calmness. She kept stroking her bracelet. After a while, Kayla said firmly, “Even if Frank doesn’t agree, I’m determined to divorce him. After so many years, it’s time for me to live for myself.” Seeing her firm attitude, I felt relieved. We packed as quickly as possible and prepared to head to my apartment. When we arrived at the gate, a car drove over at high speed. I didn’t even have time to react before Kayla quickly pulled me back. But we still fell to the ground. I was frightened. Besides, because of the emotional fluctuations just now, I fainted on the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the ceiling of the hospital. Kayla asked me anxiously, “Are you feeling unwell? I’ll go call the doctor.” I shook my head, and I seemed to know that something had happened. I stared at the ceiling blankly and asked calmly, “Is the baby gone?” Kayla paused for a while and then sighed, “The baby saved you and left.” I didn’t even shed tears. People wouldn’t cry when they were in great grief. I had seen the license plate number of the car that had almost hit me. The car was Angela’s, but the driver was a strange man. In despair, I glanced at Kayla and said, “I’ll let them pay the price.” Kayla and I made an appointment to see Angela. Angela looked at us arrogantly. There was no trace of the gentleness she had always shown in front of Sean and Frank. Angela said with a smug smile, “Kayla, you already know that I’m pregnant with the heir of the Nelson family, right?” Kayla and I just looked at her indifferently as if we were looking at a clown. Angela added arrogantly, “The only heir of the Nelson family.” Kayla said calmly, “Enough. We are here to ask you for a favor. Cooperate with me, and I will give up my position as the hostess of the Nelson family to you.” Angela was surprised. “I’m serious. I want to divorce Frank, your unrelated brother.” Kayla raised her voice and deliberately emphasized the word “brother”. It attracted people around to look over curiously. Kayla handed Angela two divorce agreements. “Let Sean and Frank sign the two divorce agreements. I promise not to bother you anymore, and I will divorce Frank immediately.” Angela glanced at me with a puzzled look. I said, “I haven’t divorced Sean yet. You are his aunt, and I respect you as my elder. I don’t think you want me to reveal whose baby you’re carrying, right?” Angela didn’t say anything, but there was a trace of embarrassment on her face. She snorted, “You are talking nonsense. Is this how your mother taught you to talk to elders? You underbred bitch.” Angela broke the last peace between us. Kayla no longer cared about her dignity, and her voice gradually became louder. “Who do you think you are? Angela, don’t forget that you are just the adopted daughter of the Nelson family. “Even if Brenda and Sean are divorced, you are still Sean’s aunt.” Kayla looked fierce and stood in front of me to protect me. Angela seemed to be angered. She didn’t say anything but just glared at us with bloodshot eyes. Frank had sterilization after Kayla had given birth to Sean, and no one else knew about this. Even I had just known about it. Therefore, the child in Angela’s belly couldn’t be Frank’s. There were only two possibilities left. The child was Sean’s, or it was another man’s. Angela finally agreed. After Kayla and I moved into the apartment, we began preparing for the divorce. We instructed the best lawyer and asked him to let Frank and Sean leave with nothing. We also provided many intimate photos of Frank, Sean, and Angela as evidence. It turned out that Kayla had been preparing for this long ago. I looked at Kayla. Her hair had turned a little gray, but she was still elegant and gentle. I felt distressed for her. I didn’t know what she had been through before or how deeply she had been hurt. Kayla sighed, “Brenda, do you think I’m throwing a tantrum? I’m already in my 50s, and I actually want to get a divorce.” I patted Kayla on her shoulder gently. “You are right. It’s never too late to start over. It’s the same for me.” Kayla used to be a painter. But after getting married, she gave up her beloved career and devoted herself to her family. Later, after having Sean, she became a full-time housewife. When Sean and I were married, he had asked me to quit my job and stay at home to be a housewife, but I refused. I had depended on others for a living since I was a child. Although I relied on Sean, I knew very well that I needed to work and had the ability to support myself. Angela was efficient. Two days later, she gave me the signed divorce agreement. I looked at Sean’s signature on the divorce agreement. It was familiar but strange. Sean and I had spent three years getting to know each other and had fallen in love for three years, and we had been married for seven years. All my youth was devoted to him, but what did I get in the end? I never doubted sincerity, but it changed rapidly. Just after I received the divorce agreement, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. Sean yelled on the other end of the phone, “Brenda, where on earth did you go? “I’ve already told you that Angela is my aunt. Why are you so jealous? You dared run away from home with my mom. You’d better send my mom back as soon as possible, or I will never forgive you. “If anything happens to my mom, you’ll be doomed.” Hearing Sean’s roar, I decisively hung up the phone. I had blocked all of Sean’s contact information after I moved out. Sean had called me countless times with different phone numbers, and I had blocked all of them. I thought I would not see Sean again during this period, but when I got off work, I saw him downstairs of the company. “What’s wrong with you? You scared Angela. She’s pregnant. You can’t get pregnant, so you want to kill her child, huh?” Sean glared at me. “Angela heard that you ran away from home, but she insisted on giving you this scarf to express her apology. She likes it so much and has only worn it a few times.” Sean looked at me with disdain and contempt, and then he rudely stuffed the gift box into my hands. I didn’t want the gift and pushed it back. Sean snorted, “Take it, Brenda.” Suddenly, he pushed me hard to the ground.
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