
My Caesarean Section Was Planned, I Divorced and Abused My Whole Family
About This Novel
Before the anesthesia for a caesarean section wore off, my mother-in-law slapped a property donation letter in front of my hospital bed: "You girl, I have to keep this house for my grandson!" My mother stole all the life-saving cards I gave to my child and said she wanted to collect a gift for my brother. My husband cowered in the corner, pretending to be deaf and mute, and just advised me to "just bear with it." I took out the voice recorder and sneered: This marriage is divorced. Later, I tore up the gift letter, demanded the jewelry back, and blocked the money-stealing mother at the gate of the community to reconcile the accounts; I spread the cruel video of my mean mother-in-law to the owners, forcing her to return the things she had stolen; I even took the giant baby brother to court based on the IOU for his loan sharking mess. Now I am the editor-in-chief of a new media, living in the pre-marriage room. Standing next to me is a pediatrician who treats my daughter and I as treasures, and I have a soft little son in my arms. Those rotten people who suck my blood? He has become the laughingstock of the neighbors, and his intestines are turning green with regret. --A woman's confidence is never given by marriage, but earned by herself.
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