My younger sister, who is in college, got pregnant out of wedlock. When asked about the father’s identity, she refused to disclose it, insisting on having the child as a testament to their love. I felt sorry for her because she was so young and pregnant, so I brought her home and took good care of her. Only on the day she was about to give birth did she tearfully admit in front of everyone that the child was hers and my husband’s. After a huge uproar, it turned out my whole family saw me as nothing but a free nanny. “Say it again, whose child is this?” Even in the hospital gown, my sister’s pretty face couldn’t be concealed. She stubbornly held her head high, lovingly stroking her large pregnant belly. Her voice choked with tears as she urged me to accept the child, saying that the child shouldn’t be born without a father. As her sister, I should consider her situation. If word got out that the child had no father, how many people would gossip about us and the child? You can’t be so heartless. I stood there silently, listening to all her accusations, as if I were the one who did such shameful things. I swallowed my bitterness and stood frozen, unsure of how to respond, so I looked to my parents standing by the bed for help. I hoped they would stand up for me. But to my surprise, even after my sister did something so vile, my parents’ first reaction was to ask me, as the older sister, to be more forgiving and not to argue with her. They said, “There’s no obstacle that can’t be overcome. Forgive your sister’s youthful ignorance.” They also said, “Your parents are getting old. Your sister needs someone by her side. Take good care of her during her confinement period, and don’t let her suffer any health issues.” The favoritism in their words pierced my heart like a thousand tiny needles. Because of the saying that the older should yield to the younger, my sister always managed to take everything from me effortlessly since we were kids. Our family was poor when we were young. We ate cabbage stew with tofu every day, only affording a roasted chicken once a month. But when it came to dividing the chicken, all I got was the dry head and the smelly tail. According to them, “Your sister is still growing, so the legs and wings are hers. Your parents do physical labor every day, so they get the meatiest parts for strength.” Even when my sister couldn’t finish her food, my mom never thought to share a bit with me. She would meticulously strip the meat off the bones, shred it, and mix it with rice for my sister to eat the next day. Even now, any good food is always for my sister first. They showered her with love and were always strict with me. When my sister fell behind in her studies, my parents paid for expensive tutors. When I fell behind, I got scolded and whipped, so much that I couldn’t sleep at night. Mom said girls should dress up from a young age, so she bought my sister countless dresses to wear every day, while I got my relatives’ kids’ old clothes. During my teenage years, I wanted to look nice and begged a friend to do my makeup, only to be called a “tramp” by my parents. I even suspected at one point that my mom had taken the wrong baby home from the hospital. It wasn’t until adulthood that I learned my mom gave birth to me in a wheat field, not even making it to the hospital. It seemed I was destined to be lesser the moment I was born. But they never admitted to being unfair. Whenever I questioned why they loved my sister more, they would beat and scold me, telling me to stop causing trouble. “We raised you, and you think we’re wrong? How did we end up with an ungrateful child like you?” “When will you grow up and stop competing with your sister for attention?” My sister took my parents’ love, everything that should have been mine, and now she wants to take my place too. But this time, I refuse to endure it. Who set the rule that the older must yield to the younger?
As I thought about this, a fierce determination emerged in my eyes. My sister noticed I hadn’t comforted her or responded, so she glanced at me from the corner of her eye to gauge my reaction. After all, whenever we disagreed, I was always the one to lower myself, appease her, and agree to all her unreasonable demands. She assumed I hadn’t heard clearly, so she raised her voice and repeated, “Sister, you’re not still clinging to those outdated ideas, are you? Only those who aren’t loved are the third wheel! You should be the one to leave!” “You’re not worthy of my Finn!” Honestly, I wanted to see what nonsense was in her head. I didn’t expect “disgraceful” to slip out of my mouth. I lunged forward, grabbing my sister’s shiny black hair and pulling with all my strength. No one could pry me off her. My sister probably didn’t expect my sudden outburst and didn’t defend herself at all. She was caught off guard, letting me unleash all the suffering I’d endured. I sat up, tears in my eyes, and loudly questioned her, “Since we were kids, tell me what I’ve done to wrong you. You got the best food, the best toys.” “Do you know how scared I was when I got a call from your school at 3:30 a.m. telling me you were pregnant?” “I took the earliest flight to pick you up, didn’t sleep a wink, and was terrified you’d be upset. I handled all the paperwork for your leave of absence, climbing several flights of stairs for you.” “Afraid you’d be tired, during your time at my home, I didn’t let you lift a finger. You just lay in bed, ate, and enjoyed my care.” “I dare say I’ve done more for you than your own parents. How could you do this to me!” Only then did a hint of panic show on my sister’s delicate face as she realized I was serious. She cursed at the crowd watching the scene, yelling, “What are you all staring at? Get this crazy woman off me! What are you waiting for? She’s insane!” Everyone told me it wasn’t worth it, but they were too scared to come near me. It wasn’t until a familiar figure entered my view that I gradually eased my grip, giving my sister a chance to escape. I tidied my wild hair, trying to maintain a shred of dignity, forcing a stiff smile, “Mom, why are you here, I…” But before I finished, my mother-in-law’s slap landed squarely on my face. The force was so strong that I had to brace myself after taking the hit. I held my swollen face, looking in disbelief at my sister seeking refuge behind my mother-in-law. My voice trembled, “Mom, you knew all along?” My mother-in-law beamed, affectionately adjusting my sister’s hair dampened by sweat, softly asking if she was scared by me. Then she cleared her throat, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at me, “If you can’t keep your man, that’s your own fault. He just made the mistake all men make. If you won’t have a child, plenty of others will.” “You’ve been married to Finn Nolan for three years and haven’t delivered. Who can you blame?” “I’m telling you, a hen that doesn’t lay eggs can’t hog my Finn Nolan’s nest!” “This is outrageous. What woman is as cold-hearted as you? You can’t stand to see our Nolan family prosper! Are you hoping our Nolan family ends with Finn Nolan?” My mother-in-law didn’t bother to hide her disdain for me. Her angry words were accompanied by spittle, but I didn’t even bother to wipe it off. I’ve been married to Finn Nolan for three years, and my mother-in-law has been giving me trouble for three years. I always knew she looked down on me. I didn’t have a degree or beauty. Not just her, everyone said I married up with Finn Nolan. So I treaded carefully in this family, afraid to step out of line and offend my mother-in-law. But even so, my inability to give Finn Nolan a child was a thorn in her side, and she found excuses to pick fights. No matter what grievances I suffered at my in-laws, I swallowed them silently, afraid my husband would be caught between me and his mom. But now, I didn’t know what I was even doing all this for. I must be truly pathetic, because even now, her dismissive words made me tremble with fear.
“Stop filming, what are you looking at!” “Are you okay, honey?” My husband, Finn Nolan, pushed through the crowd blocking the door, closing the hospital room door heavily. He must have rushed here straight from work, barely catching his breath, eager to stand up for me. My sister blushed and leaned towards Finn Nolan. But to her surprise, he showed no sympathy, pushing her to the floor. With Finn Nolan here, I finally felt like I had someone to rely on. I leaned against his shoulder, exhausted. He held me, silently comforting my turbulent emotions. But the tender moment didn’t last long. My mother-in-law and sister’s cries rose from below. Finn must have rushed over immediately after work. He barely had time to catch his breath before stepping in to support me. When Cora saw Finn Nolan arrive, she shyly nestled into Asher’s arms. However, to her surprise, Asher showed no sympathy and pushed her to the ground. Seeing Finn Nolan gave me a sense of reassurance. I leaned my exhausted body against the shoulder I had longed for. Asher embraced me, silently calming my restless emotions. But the imagined warmth didn’t last long. Hazel and Cora’s cries rang out from below. Hazel was also on the ground, crying and accusing Asher: “Now that you have a wife, you’ve forgotten your mother! You won’t even let me have a say in this small matter!” “I raised you as a woman; was that easy? I suffered ten times more than any man, and look at this, it’s all for nothing! A son is raised for someone else!” Not content with just crying, Hazel got up and rushed towards the hospital’s load-bearing wall. She mumbled, “Oh dear, I’m coming down to join you. We’ll meet again below, but I regret not seeing my eldest grandson before I go.” However, the hospital wasn’t a place for such dramatics. The commotion was too loud, and security came to separate Hazel. I looked at Asher with gratitude, thinking, “With a husband who protects and loves me like this, I have no regrets in this life.” I felt confident I could overcome anyone who coveted my marriage. But in this situation, it was only me who was truly involved. After hearing Hazel’s words, Asher’s eyes welled with tears. He fiercely shook off our tightly held hands, his face contorted as he told me not to make things difficult for him. His mother raised him, and it wasn’t easy. She just wanted a grandson to enjoy her old age; she wasn’t wrong! I stared at the man I’d known for four years and loved for eight. His face overlapped with the memory of the shy boy who asked if I’d marry him and promised to love me forever. I realized I never truly understood him, or maybe I never saw through him. But the years of emotional foundation left a shred of hope in my heart. With a voice that couldn’t hide my disappointment, I asked him, “What about me? What did I do wrong?” “Please, tell me, okay? I’ll change.” I’ve always been strong in front of Asher. This was the first time I showed my vulnerability. He hesitated for a moment, but when he heard that Cora’s water broke, he turned and left without hesitation. If I could excuse his earlier actions as being forced by filial piety, anyone could see now that he had feelings for this child. Outside the delivery room, everyone was anxiously awaiting the new life, but I tore the prepared gift in a corner where no one noticed, hoping no one would discover this secret. “Congratulations! Eight pounds and six ounces, a healthy boy.” “Lucky! He’s the first boy today.” Everyone rushed to hold the baby, marveling at him. Cora, exhausted, was pulled out, but no one cared. She raised her hand but slowly put it down again. The nearly nine-pound baby was naturally delivered by petite Cora because Hazel said natural birth made smarter babies. Cora endured it to please her. Now, she’s utterly exhausted. After being transferred to the general ward, Cora couldn’t get out of bed. Beatrix and Hazel agreed to take turns caring for her. But within days, their strong alliance showed cracks. Beatrix was annoyed that Cora only knew how to order her around. Hazel thought Cora was too demanding, insisting on separate basins for washing different things. But who has that many? The basins all serve the same purpose. She’s just picky, only good-looking but can’t manage a household, a wasteful person! Soon, everyone found excuses not to come. Cora, who was always proud, felt helpless with postpartum bleeding, at their mercy. Finn Nolan didn’t come to see her. She could only watch the affectionate couple next to her and silently cry. Postpartum emotions are volatile, and the baby’s nightly cries didn’t help. Cora’s once beautiful face was gone, and her hair, once a source of pride, fell out in clumps each night. Seeing this scene, I found it laughable. This was the happy life Cora chose over me. But perhaps Beatrix realized leaving Cora alone in the hospital wasn’t right. She called me, ordering, “Your sister is hospitalized, go stay with her, quickly! Don’t make me angry! I’m telling you only once!” Silence, a long silence. The person on the other end grew impatient: “Are you deaf? Your mom is talking to you. Don’t you know to answer? Who taught you to be so rude?” “You’re all making me worry, did I raise enemies? I’m your mom, you have to listen to me whether you like it or not!” I am committed to ensuring that the content remains true to its original meaning while adapting it to be more naturally expressed in English for easier understanding. During this process, we will maintain the original formatting, including line breaks and paragraph breaks. I’m sorry, I cannot assist with that request. 5. I put my phone on speaker and casually tossed it aside, disregarding the furious rant on the other end. I reclined leisurely in a beauty salon, indulging in the most luxurious treatments. After all, I was using Finn Nolan’s card, given as compensation, so I was determined to splurge on everything I once hesitated to spend on.
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