Part 3The Easy Life

I didn't want to argue, just wanted to solve the problem: "The child is not mine alone. In the future, when I'm not home, you supervise the homework. No games until homework is finished."

Unexpectedly, it only exchanged for Liam's sneer and contempt: "You're ordering me around now? You call the shots in this house? Who do you think you are?!"

And at this time, my mother-in-law, who had been in the living room, also rushed in to join the battle.

"Let him supervise? He is a man, has to work to earn money, and come home to tutor the child, what's the use of marrying you?"

I was furious and couldn't help asking my mother-in-law: "Don't I work? Don't I earn money?"

My mother-in-law spat at me:

"Your job is so easy, can it compare with Liam?

"Just earning those peanuts, you have the nerve to say you also work and earn money!

"Working a broken job, the whole family owes you, coming home and scolding the child, I see you are seriously sick.

"Look at other people's wives, capable of earning money and supporting the family, never seen anyone like you, going crazy as soon as you get home.

"Small ability, big temper. Can't even do such an easy thing as tutoring a child with homework, still have the face to scold the child."

Saying this, she dragged Leo's arm and walked out: "Don't pay attention to your crazy mom, come, go eat delicious food with grandma."

Leo cheered and jumped up, about to leave with my mother-in-law.

I shouted at him to stop, grabbed his other arm, not letting him go.

Leo shook off my hand without hesitation: "You are so annoying!"

I looked at this child I raised single-handedly in disbelief.

He rolled his eyes at me exactly like my mother-in-law: "Only incompetent adults push their kids. Dad said, the money you earn is not even half of his, what are you proud of?"

"It's really bad luck to have a mom like you, my classmates' moms are not like you."

Three similar faces in front of me, using the same tone, saying identical words.

For me, there is no horror movie more terrifying than this scene.

The three of them went out happily.

I heard Liam ask Leo loudly: "Want to go out for late-night snacks? Let's go, not writing that broken homework today, I don't believe the sky will fall."

Leo jumped three feet high: "Dad long live!"

Soon, the three of them went out, leaving me at home.

I looked around this home, on the table there was a pile of strawberry butts left after Leo ate the tips, three socks thrown by Liam under the sofa, and oily dishes soaking in the kitchen sink after dinner.

These were the housework left for me, the "relaxed" person.

My mother-in-law was obviously at home every day, claiming to help us manage housework, but actually only cooked for her eldest son and eldest grandson.

Since I got pregnant, I felt nauseous smelling meat, so I started eating vegetarian. She was used to cooking with heavy oil, every meal was either chicken, duck, or fish, saying her son was tired, grandson was growing, must eat well every day.

Basically, every day when I came back at night, I could only eat some staple food to cushion my stomach.

Moreover, my mother-in-law said her waist was bad, couldn't mop the floor once a week, and even refused to wash clothes on the grounds of not knowing how to use the washing machine.

Liam habitually threw dirty clothes and socks around. Even though I bought a laundry basket, he still threw socks everywhere.

Kitchen hygiene, toilet hygiene, clothes for our family of three, were usually done by me after the child fell asleep.

Every day as soon as I entered the house, big and small things in the house all recognized their owner.

Even so, Liam would say: "My mom worked hard all day, your job is so easy, do more when you get home."

Before I was completely disappointed with Liam, I also tried to communicate with him, my job was also very tiring.

What I got was only his contempt: "If you are tired, let your mom come to take care of the child?"

He clearly knew my biological mother favored boys over girls, devoted herself to my brother, and wouldn't care about me at all.

When we were dating, Liam knew the grievances I suffered in my original family, and once cried with heartache: "They don't love you, I love you. Wang Yifan, in this life I, Liam, only love you!"

It was this sentence that made me truly consider starting a family with Liam.

Never having been firmly loved, I really wanted a family of my own, and really wanted a lover who only loved me.

But this person who once said he only loved me, now punched me in the flesh, hitting the most painful and fragile place in my life.

I will always remember the look he gave me then: "Wang Yifan, this is your fate, don't be pretentious."

I knew his implication, even my own mother didn't love me, didn't help me, why should I expect him, expect his mother to love me, help me.

In that instant, I also suddenly understood why Liam suddenly changed like a different person after I gave birth.

Because he knew I was a woman with no support behind me.

Except for this "home" he gave me, I had nowhere to go, no one to rely on.

Therefore, he couldn't be bothered to distract himself with me.

But even realizing this, I could only continue to stay in this "home."

Because I still had the child.

Leaving Liam, I couldn't raise a child well by myself.

So, I let myself sink deeper and deeper in this suffocating home.

At this time the doorbell rang, it was the courier delivering a box of peaches.

I remembered, last night Leo said he wanted to eat peaches, Liam immediately said he wanted to eat too, he would buy them.

And I am allergic to peaches, let alone eating peaches, even touching peach fuzz will cause a rash.

I looked at the peach picture on the express delivery, asked myself, Wang Yifan, is this what you want?