Chapter 3
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They were sitting in the car, enjoying the warm air conditioning, while I was standing outside alone, exposed to the cold wind.
What a stark contrast.
“Nathan Carter,do you even remember who your wife is?”
This sentence successfully made his face turn dark.” Even if you’re my wife, you can’t be unreasonable! I’m not asking you to walk home—just take an Uber.Why make a federal case out of it?”
“Olivia Bennett,when will you grow up?”
After saying that, he slammed the car door shut and started the car.
““If you have the time to pester me like this, you might as well hurry up and take Uber.Don’t hold up our Christmas dinner!”
At the mention of dinner,Mr.and Mrs.Carter piped up:
“Olivia,don’t forget to grab fresh groceries.”
“The eggs at home might be expired—pick some up.”
“And your father-in-law’s on a low-fat diet,so keep dinner light.”
It seemed that they had forgotten that I had been kicked out of the car and still didn’t know how to get back. They still had the nerve to treat me like a nanny and order me around.
Even Chloe joined in,smirking:”Does Olivia do everything?”
Nathan nodded noncommittally.
She leaned out the window,taunting:”I’ll have a meatloaf,then!”
She rolled up the window,and Nathan peeled out without a glance.
Barely a mile out, his call came, however, it wasn’t because he had regretted his actions or was worried about my safety. Instead, he was giving me tasks.
“What on earth are you doing? You still haven’t managed to get a taxi after all this time?”
“Chloe’s fragile,so I can’t speed up.When you get an Uber, tell the driver to hustle. Go home first and prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner that we just ordered. We’re all tired from the long drive. Hurry up and do what you’re supposed to do!”
I used to be a young lady who never had to do any housework until meet Nathan.
His family had a housekeeper,but they claimed her food wasn’t”homey,”demanding I cook as the dutiful daughter-in-law.
I’d complained,but Nathan shut me down:”Mom and Dad worked hard their whole lives.They just want to enjoy their daughter-in-law’s cooking.Humor them.”
That line trapped me in a cycle of servitude for three years.
Every Christmas dinner fell to me,with Nathan never lifting a finger—his mom said,”Men in the kitchen bring bad luck,”yanking him out.
To Nathan and his parents,I wasn’t a wife or daughter-in-law—just a servant.
His orders snuffed out the last ember of affection I had for him.
At this moment, I suddenly came to my senses.
If there’s no love left,why keep this deadweight for the holidays?Hoping for bad luck next year?
I texted my lawyer to prepare divorce papers.
I looked calmly in the direction where they had left and smiled, then I dialed 911:”I need to report my husband—he abandoned me on the interstate.”
