When Freddie Anderson was promoted to Washington, he submitted a list of accompanying family members to the government. Two names were written on that list. One was our son Bobby Anderson, and the other was Rosie Scott, who had worked with him in the countryside. Life in the countryside was harsh, and he couldn’t possibly leave Bobby here to suffer. As for Rosie, he had long promised to bring her back to Washington with him. As for me, his wife, I should be generous enough to let go and give the opportunity to someone else. Freddie said, “You’re just a country woman. You’d be useless in Washington. Rosie is educated and cultured—she’s more suitable than you. When there’s a chance later, Bobby and I will come back for you.” Hearing his dismissive words, my heart felt like it had been shattered by a heavy hammer. But there was one thing he didn’t know. Although I had lived in the countryside longer than him, I wasn’t the ignorant country woman he claimed I was. I was the talent Washington wanted most. The promotion opportunity he received was one I had voluntarily given up. ***** I returned home dejectedly, hearing cheerful laughter coming from inside the house. When he saw me come back, Freddie immediately wiped the smile off his face and glanced at me coldly. He said, “Since you’re back, hurry up and cook dinner. We’re all waiting for you.” Freddie didn’t ask why I had come home so late today. He also didn’t mention the list of accompanying personnel that had already been submitted. When Freddie first came to work in the countryside, he fell in love with me at first sight and would stutter every time he spoke to me. Back then, I hadn’t planned on romance, but Freddie would always follow behind me with a red face. Over time, I gradually opened my heart and agreed to be with him. When we first got married, Freddie said he would return to Washington someday and promised to show me around the city where he was born. But I don’t know when it started—I fell deeper and deeper into this relationship while Freddie became less affectionate toward me than before. Rosie walked out of Freddie’s room wearing the formal dress I had always treasured. She smiled happily, her eyes full of youthful vitality. The white dress made her face look even more delicate. Meanwhile, after years of hard work, fine wrinkles had already appeared at the corners of my eyes. When Rosie saw me, she covered her mouth with her fingertips and let out a soft gasp of surprise. She said, “Isabella, you’re back. My clothes got wet by accident, so Freddie found me an outfit to change into. Isabella, you don’t mind, do you?” Isabella Mackay is my name. Rosie spoke apologetically, but her eyes were full of smugness. I suppressed my anger and said stiffly, “You changed just because he told you to? Can’t you see this is the dress I wore at my wedding? Changing clothes in another woman’s husband’s house—don’t you understand what’s proper? What’s shameful?” Rosie was stunned by my words, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes. She said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Freddie suddenly slammed the table and shouted at me, “Enough! “I’m the one who gave Rosie the clothes. If you have a problem with it, take it up with me. Why are you taking it out on her? “Rosie’s clothes were wet. Did you want her to keep wearing wet clothes? Can’t you stop being so selfish?” I bit my lip tightly, unable to believe that Freddie would actually yell at me. Bobby put down his book and frowned as he scolded me, “Mom, it’s just a piece of clothing. You scared Miss Scott. You’re being too petty.” Every word they said made my heart feel like it had fallen into an icy abyss. They were blaming me as if I had done something wrong. Freddie gently wiped away Rosie’s tears. Then he turned to me and said coldly, “Stop being unreasonable and go cook dinner. Rosie is eating here today. “Remember not to add chili peppers. Rosie is on her period and spicy food will make her uncomfortable.” Before I could even react, he turned around and walked away without looking back.
That evening, I deliberately didn’t cook dinner as a form of protest. Seeing this, Freddie didn’t try to coax me. Instead, he took Rosie and Bobby straight to a restaurant for dinner. That night, Freddie and Bobby didn’t come home at all. My plan to confront Freddie about the travel list was derailed just like that. By the next day, the whole village was buzzing about Freddie’s promotion to Washington, saying Bobby and I would be going with him. I hadn’t even fully woken up when a loud slam of the door startled me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, Freddie yanked me out of bed. He roared, “Isabella, what’s the point of pressuring me like this?” I was stunned, having no idea what was happening. Freddie continued, “I don’t know who told you about my Washington assignment, but let me tell you—your name isn’t on the list at all. Stop daydreaming!” Hearing this, I let out a cold laugh. “So what? What exactly are you trying to say?” Freddie sneered, “What are you pretending for? You spread this news around just to force me to replace someone’s name with yours on the list, didn’t you? “You’re just a country woman. What makes you think you’re qualified to go to Washington with me?” At that moment, Freddie finally showed his true colors. Just then, Rosie rushed in after him, her voice choked with tears. “Freddie, I’m the one taking Isabella’s spot. If Isabella’s upset, I can give the position to her. Please don’t fight because of me.” But Bobby, acting like an adult, comforted Rosie instead. “Ms. Scott, don’t cry. That position was meant to be yours anyway. My mom doesn’t understand anything—taking her to Washington would be a waste of an opportunity. You’re the only one suited to come with us.” My husband and son were both gathered around another woman, while I lay disheveled on the floor in my nightclothes. I stared at Freddie in disappointment. I said, “I did know you were going to Washington, and I knew my name wasn’t on the list. But I have no idea how others found out about this. “Shouldn’t you explain why Rosie’s name is the only one on the list of people going with you?” Knowing he was in the wrong, Freddie turned away, unable to meet my eyes. He said, “You’re just a country woman—going to Washington wouldn’t do you any good. Rosie is educated; she’s more suitable than you. When there’s a chance later, Bobby and I will visit you often.” Even Freddie probably didn’t believe such lies himself. I couldn’t help but scoff. “It’s over six hundred miles from here to Washington. How exactly do you plan to visit me often?” Freddie was stumped by my question. He said, “Don’t be so selfish. The opportunity to go to Washington is rare. If we miss this chance, Rosie might never get another opportunity to go back. I know you’ve always been hostile toward Rosie, but there’s nothing dirty between us like you think. We’re completely innocent—stop throwing tantrums.” Bobby crossed his arms, already showing traces of Freddie’s influence, lecturing me like an adult. He said, “Mom, you’re being too selfish. You were born in the countryside anyway, so why not give the chance to return to the city to Ms. Scott? Dad’s right! Only educated people like Ms. Scott deserve to go to Washington with us.” I let out a cold laugh. Bobby seemed to have forgotten that he too was one of those people born in the countryside he spoke of, and that he came from the belly of this very country woman he was dismissing. Whether I went back to Washington or not didn’t matter to me at all. What hurt me was Freddie and Bobby’s attitude. For the sake of an outsider, they came to accuse me without even bothering to understand the situation. Freddie left with his arm around Rosie. Before leaving, he said coldly, “Stay home and reflect on your behavior. Don’t do such childish things again.”
Freddie and Bobby started giving me the cold shoulder. In the past, I would have definitely thought I’d done something wrong and swallowed my pride to please them. But things were different now. I wouldn’t coddle them anymore because I wasn’t the one who’d done anything wrong. They were just trying to use indifference to force me to bow down to them. Bobby finally couldn’t stand it and came to me, acting unnaturally. He said, “Mom, I’ve learned the Pythagorean theorem.” Seeing Bobby’s expectant expression, I suddenly felt bored. Before, even when I thought Bobby was being slow, I would pretend not to understand and let him explain it to me, then praise him lavishly. Bobby would always put on a helpless expression. After explaining, he’d say, “This is all knowledge. Even if I tell you about it, you wouldn’t understand.” But I never expected that after coddling him so much, he’d actually start believing he was a genius. The Pythagorean theorem was such simple knowledge that I’d already figured it out when I was two or three years old. He was almost eight now and had just learned it, yet he had the nerve to come looking for praise. I didn’t have time to coddle him, so I said flatly, “Good, keep working hard.” Bobby didn’t get the response he wanted and got angry. He glared at me fiercely and left. Soon, the government learned that Freddie had gone to Washington without bringing his wife, so they sent someone to our house to inquire about the situation. Freddie put on a serious act and said, “Rosie is an educated person. Taking her to Washington would benefit both her personal development and the country’s. When it comes to national interests, my small family doesn’t matter. My wife is very supportive of my decision.” The government was moved by this kind of behavior that put the greater good first and approved a subsidy for our family. But when the subsidy came through, I didn’t see a single cent of it. When I found Freddie, he was shopping in the county town with Bobby and Rosie. He was already carrying several bags, most of which contained women’s clothing. He asked, “What are you doing here? Instead of staying home to clean house and cook, what are you doing out here?” Freddie put on an arrogant attitude, lifting his chin to look at me, waiting for me to bow down and apologize to him. But I wasn’t there to apologize. “Freddie, where’s the money the government gave me?” Freddie said coldly, “What money of yours? This money is nominally for you, but it’s actually because I got promoted to Washington that the leadership gave it. How did it become yours? I can spend it on whoever I want—you have no right to interfere. “Besides, you don’t need this money at all living in the village. The cost of living in Washington is very high. Rosie and I, taking Bobby there to live—this money isn’t nearly enough.” Looking at Freddie acting so self-righteous, I was completely disappointed in them. I said coldly, “You better give me back that money right now, or I’ll sue you. This is called misappropriating someone else’s property, and then you won’t be able to go back to Washington.” Freddie’s eyes widened with anger: “Crazy woman! You’re being completely unreasonable!” Rosie was more afraid than anyone of not being able to go to Washington, so she immediately started crying and grabbed Freddie’s sleeve. She said, “Freddie, Isabella is already angry. Please give the money back to Isabella. I don’t need these things.” Freddie shielded Rosie behind him and stamped his feet anxiously: “You jealous woman just don’t like Rosie. If you insist on having this money today, then let’s get divorced.” Bobby also joined Freddie in calling me vicious and said he’d never talk to me again. But I wasn’t affected by them at all. A crowd gradually gathered around us, whispering and discussing. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so naturally I wasn’t afraid of their gossip. But Freddie and Rosie couldn’t stand it, and in the end, they gave me back the money.
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