My husband claimed he had scratched a luxury car.
He tearfully told me he had to pay 500,000 yuan in compensation before the owner would let him go.
“Honey, I don’t want to drag you down. Maybe we should get divorced. I’ll pay back the 500,000 myself!”
I gritted my teeth and sold the only house my mother had left me.
I even worked three jobs a day and washed tens of thousands of dishes in six months, all to pay off his debt.
Then I saw the ferocious-looking creditor in a private room, smiling obsequiously as he lit my husband’s cigarette.
“Bro, I just called to chase up the debt. That woman will be here soon.”
My husband blew smoke at the delicate girl in his arms and said casually,
“When she brings the 500,000, take it and buy yourself some nice clothes.”
My heart turned to ash.
The next second, I messaged the wealthy parents I had just reunited with.
“Mom, Dad, I’ll be coming home next week to reclaim my place in the family!”
