Acid Rain Apocalypse: My Wife Left My Mother to Die in the Street

Acid rain struck, and my wife called my mother, telling her to stock up on supplies. My mother went to great lengths to gather everything she asked for, only to be turned away at the door. My wife called her useless for failing to get the strawberries her beloved first love liked. Just one wall away, my mother was being eaten away by the acid rain while my wife and her first love laughed and played. Even as she took her last breath, my mother still clutched that bag of supplies in her hands. Overcome with grief, I called my wife to demand an explanation, only for her first love to answer: “If your mom hadn’t been so useless, Tingting wouldn’t have let me stay!” My wife added, “If you make it back alive, we’ll get divorced. If you don’t, even better.”