On our wedding night, my mother-in-law set three house rules, requiring me to hand over my salary, take care of all housework, and prepare for pregnancy immediately.
I smiled and agreed, then turned around and installed a bug in the bedroom.
The mother-in-law did not know that the docile daughter-in-law in her eyes was recording every rift in the family:
The smell of perfume on my collar when my father-in-law didn't come home late at night,
The loan shark record of my sister-in-law secretly transferring money,
The husband's every swing between the roles of mommy's baby and husband.
When they were fighting over the demolition money,
I handed over a stack of documents:
The evidence of his father-in-law's infidelity was enough for him to leave the house.
The property transfer record of the mother-in-law can send her to the dock.
My sister-in-law's creditors were waiting outside the door.
And the man who once made my heart tremble asked me if I could do it again.
I stroked my slightly bulging belly, smiled and shook my head:
"The game has just begun.
This time, I set the rules. "
This is a sober work about modern women fighting back in a twisted marriage. It is also a Nirvana legend about dignity, growth and self-salvation.
