The day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I discovered that my husband was cheating on me.
My son was clinging to his mistress's leg, grinning brightly. “Will you be my mom?”
After five years of putting up with everything, I couldn't take it anymore.
Divorce!
But then I was told there was a mandatory cooling-off period.
Fine, fine... In that case, don't blame me for kicking my scumbag husband to the curb and getting rid of my disobedient, bad-luck son.
After the divorce, my husband's company went bankrupt, and his mistress dumped him.
Everyone bullied my son, too.
When the two of them realized how good they had had it with me, they begged on their knees for forgiveness.
Scumbag husband: “Honey, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance.”
Scumbag son: “Mom, I'll be good and listen from now on. I won't make you angry again.”
I gave them both a cold look, then grabbed a man and pretended he was my boyfriend. “Sorry, I already have a man. Don't bother me.”
They were shocked and full of regret, but I left with the man.
In a secluded corner, he pinned me against the wall. His voice was tender by my ear. “I've finished acting out the scene with you. So, where's my reward?”
