It was New Year’s Eve, and my in-laws insisted we spend it at their place, claiming it would bring good luck for the coming year. Unable to get train tickets, we decided to drive back. That’s when Jack’s ex-girlfriend, Chloe, invited herself along. She brazenly took my seat in the front, saying, “Emma, I get carsick easily. I can only sit in the front.” Jack looked at me with disdain. “It’s just a seat. Why are you being so petty?” His parents chimed in, “You’re older, what’s the harm in letting Chloe have the front seat?” Unable to argue, I squeezed into the back with my in-laws. At a toll station, Chloe spotted a stray dog and had a sudden burst of compassion. “That poor dog! Let’s take it with us.” I immediately objected, “Our car is already full. We’d be over capacity if we took the dog. We wouldn’t be allowed on the road.” Chloe gave Jack a pitiful look. Without hesitation, he turned to me, “Emma, why don’t you give up your seat for the stray dog? You can take a cab home.” … At the toll station, Chloe, who had insisted on squeezing in with us for the trip home, spotted a stray dog and wanted to bring it along. Faced with my objection, Chloe didn’t care at all. She just looked at Jack with puppy eyes: “Jack, please, can we take this dog? If we leave it here, it’ll freeze to death.” “It’s so young, it hasn’t even seen the world yet. It shouldn’t die here like this.” She wrapped her scarf around the stray dog as she spoke. Jack took my shawl from the car and draped it over Chloe’s shoulders, comforting her as if I wasn’t there: “Don’t worry, I won’t abandon it.” “You’re already so frail, you need to take care of yourself too. Don’t catch a cold.” Then he turned to me with displeasure: “Emma, how can you be so heartless?” “It may just be a stray dog to you, but it’s a living being.” “How can you be so cold and indifferent?” I looked at the two of them, annoyed by their excessive display of compassion. I had never said we shouldn’t help the dog, yet they painted me as some sort of villain. And one of them was my husband, who had shared a bed with me for years. Despite my anger, I patiently explained: “If you really want to save this dog, we can leave some food for it.” “Or we could talk to the convenience store staff here, leave some money, and ask them to look after the dog.” “Our car is already full. If we take it with us, we’ll be over capacity and will definitely be stopped by the police.” I thought my explanation was clear enough. But as soon as I finished speaking, Chloe became upset: “Emma, I know you’re loaded, but how can you just leave the stray dog with the store staff here? How do you know they’ll take proper care of it?” “What if they take the money and don’t do anything? What will happen to Blackie then?” In less than five minutes, Chloe had already come up with a name for the stray dog. “How can you expect a little dog to survive this harsh winter?” “Do rich people like you think a dog’s life is worthless? Is it not a life at all?” “How can you bear to leave it here all alone? Can’t you see it’s already shivering from the cold?” Listening to Chloe’s moral blackmail, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think you have a point.” Then I changed my tone: “Why don’t you give up your seat for little Blackie?”
Hearing my words, Chloe, who had been so righteous a moment ago, was stunned. “You can’t expect Jack’s parents to get out of the car to make room for your Blackie, can you?” “After all, they’re elderly.” “Since you’re so concerned about this little dog, why don’t I take it, and you stay here?” Now Chloe panicked, looking nervously at Jack. He frowned, looking at me with displeasure. “Emma, you’re going too far.” “How can you leave Chloe, a young woman, in a place like this? What if something happens to her? How would I explain that to her parents?” I used to think Jack was just insensitive and didn’t care about people. Now I realized he wasn’t incapable of caring; he just didn’t care about me. When it came to Chloe, he was attentive to every detail, afraid of causing the slightest discomfort to his ex-girlfriend. I crossed my arms and looked at Jack expectantly. “So what do you want to do?” Without a second thought, he picked up the little dog and put it in the car, then turned to me coldly: “Emma, just make a small sacrifice and give up your seat for this little dog.” “You can take a cab. That way, you won’t have to squeeze in the back with my parents, and you’ll be more comfortable.” At that moment, exclamations came from inside the car: “Oh my, where did this stray dog come from? It’s already cramped enough back here, there’s no room!” Jack patiently reassured them: “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. Emma won’t be riding with us, so it won’t be crowded.” With one sentence, he had stripped away my rightful place, and none of my so-called family objected. “You want me to give up my seat for a stray dog?” I pointed at myself, looking at Jack in disbelief. He looked at me as if it were the most natural thing in the world: “Mom and Dad are old. Do you want to leave them at this toll station? Don’t you have any sense of duty as a daughter-in-law?” “As for Chloe, she’s already in poor health. How can you bear to leave a sick person at a toll station?” “If anything happens to her, how are you any different from a murderer?” “I’m doing this for your own good. Can’t you stop being such a princess?” He even started complaining about me: “If you knew how to drive, would we be in this mess?” “I’m already exhausted from driving long distances. Emma, can’t you be a little more understanding?” I looked at Jack in shock. It’s true that I don’t know how to drive. Because since I was young, my family had always provided me with a chauffeur. Later, when I met Jack, he had said: “From now on, I’ll be your driver. You just need to sit comfortably in the passenger seat.” Now, not only had he given my passenger seat to Chloe, But my inability to drive had become his excuse to blame me. My heart felt as if it had been doused with ice water, instantly turning cold. He worried about his parents being old, worried about his ex-girlfriend’s poor health. Even a strange dog could catch Jack’s attention. But for me, he had not an ounce of sympathy. He had even forgotten that I, too, was a defenseless woman. Yet he was perfectly content to leave me alone at this toll station in the middle of nowhere. I looked at Jack coldly. “So what am I supposed to do?” Jack turned to me without a hint of hesitation: “You’re a grown woman. Don’t you know how to get home?” “Even if you’re a pampered rich girl, surely you know how to call a cab!” As he spoke, he helped Chloe into the front passenger seat and thoughtfully closed the door for her. “It’s cold outside. You just sit tight in the car.” Chloe looked at me triumphantly: “Emma, I knew you were kind-hearted deep down.” “Saving a dog’s life is a great virtue. I’m sure Blackie will be grateful to you.”
Her words of gratitude were laced with smug satisfaction. They sat comfortably in the warm car while I stood alone in the cold wind outside. The contrast couldn’t have been starker. “Jack, do you even remember who your wife is?” I snapped. My words successfully darkened Jack’s face. “Even if you are my wife, that doesn’t give you the right to be unreasonable!” “It’s not like I’m asking you to walk home. What’s the big deal about taking a cab? Why are you making such a fuss?” “Emma, when will you learn to be more considerate?” With that, he slammed the car door shut and started the engine. “Instead of arguing with me, why don’t you hurry up and get a cab?” “Don’t make everyone late for New Year’s Eve dinner!” At the mention of dinner, Jack’s parents chimed in: “Emma, remember to buy some fresh vegetables on your way back.” “The eggs at home might be expired too, don’t forget to buy some.” “Oh, and Jack’s father hasn’t been feeling well lately. He can’t eat anything too greasy. Try to keep the New Year’s Eve dinner light, okay?” They seemed to have forgotten that I had been kicked out of the car and still had no idea how to get back. Yet they shamelessly continued to treat me like a maid, bossing me around. Even Chloe joined in, watching the drama unfold: “Can Emma cook everything?” Jack nodded without hesitation. She excitedly leaned out the car window, looking at me challengingly: “Then I’d like some braised meatballs!” With that, she closed the window. Jack didn’t even give me another glance as he stepped on the gas and drove away. The car hadn’t gone far when Jack’s phone call came through. But it wasn’t because he had a change of heart or was worried about my safety. Instead, he was giving me orders. “How come you haven’t gotten a cab yet? What are you even doing?” “Also, Chloe isn’t feeling well, so I can’t drive too fast. Since you’ll be taking a cab, tell the driver to hurry. Get back first and prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner we just ordered. We’re all tired from the long drive, so hurry up and do your job!” I used to be a pampered rich girl who never had to lift a finger. It was only after I got together with Jack that I learned how to cook. We always had a housekeeper at home. But they said they couldn’t get used to the housekeeper’s cooking and insisted that I, the daughter-in-law, should cook myself. I had complained before, but Jack always shut me down: “My parents have worked hard all their lives. They just want to enjoy being taken care of by their daughter-in-law. Can’t you just indulge them a little?” With that one sentence about filial piety, he successfully trapped me in a cage of serving them for three years. Naturally, the New Year’s Eve dinner also fell on my shoulders every year. I didn’t even have the chance to ask Jack to help out. Because his mother would say, “It’s bad luck for men to enter the kitchen.” And she would drag Jack out immediately. In the eyes of Jack’s parents, and even Jack himself, I wasn’t a wife or a daughter-in-law. I was just a servant catering to their every need. Listening to his arrangements, whatever remnants of affection I had for Jack were destroyed by his own hands. At that moment, I suddenly woke up. If there’s no love left, why keep this garbage of a man around for the New Year? Wouldn’t that just bring bad luck for the coming year? I immediately sent a message to my lawyer, asking him to prepare the divorce papers. I looked indifferently in the direction they had left and smiled. Then I dialed 911: “I want to report a crime. My husband deliberately abandoned me on the highway.”
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