Chapter 7
He stammered and stumbled over his words, but he couldn’t get to the point.
I already knew the answer.
I knew him too well.
Whenever he couldn’t give me what I wanted, he would stall, dodge, and eventually go
silent.
In the past, I’d feel bad, thinking I was being too demanding.
But this time, he had let us down.
I felt nothing but disappointment as I asked him directly, “So, is this your decision?”
He hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry, babe, let’s wait a couple more years, okay?”
I didn’t say anything.
I just pulled out my phone, booked a hotel, and began packing my things.
Ethan was panicking now. His voice trembled. “W–what are you doing?”
“Divorcing you.”
“No! I can’t divorce you!”
We stood there, locked in a standoff.
He sighed, clearly making a huge decision, and finally said, “Fine. We’ll buy the car! We’ll pick it up next week, just like we planned.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure? Your parents don’t agree.”
“I’ll talk to them. Trust me. Leave it to me.”
Ethan headed to Cindy’s room. The whole family had a long, whispered conversation that
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went late into the night.
When he came back, he told me it was settled.
But I had a gut feeling things weren’t going to be that simple.
The following days were unusually quiet, almost too peaceful. Even the family group chat
battle wasn’t brought up again.
omething felt off.
I took all the money we had saved, transferred it to a new bank account, and kept feeling
uneasy.
While passing by a store, I impulsively bought a hidden camera.
I returned home, locked up my ID and bank card in a drawer, and discreetly installed the camera to monitor the drawer.
It helped me feel a little more secure.
On the day we were supposed to pick up the car, I opened the drawer, took out my ID and
the card, and headed out with Ethan.
He seemed unusually nervous the whole way, even entering the car dealership address wrong multiple times in the ride–hailing app.
I teased him about being jittery, and he responded with an awkward laugh.
In the end, I picked out a practical, fuel–efficient car from a domestic brand.
Given our current finances, and the fact that my brother’s garage was full of luxury cars I could use anytime, there was no need to go overboard.
“Miss, this card has insufficient funds. Do you have another way to pay?”
The salesperson smiled as she handed the card back for the third time.
I could tell she was struggling to keep up her professional demeanor.
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I stared at Ethan, wide–eyed. “You watched me transfer all our money into this card, right? I’m not imagining things.”
Ethan didn’t answer.
Suddenly, a suspicion flashed through my mind.
I remembered how Cindy had been avoiding eye contact that morning, and how Emily had seemed oddly smug.
“It was your mom, wasn’t it?”
I looked Ethan straight in the eyes as he slowly nodded.
At that moment, I felt my heart die.
It was time for me to finally lay all my cards on the table with them.
They were always belittling me.
They complained endlessly about how poor my family was and how wasteful I was with
money.
Fine!
I’ll show them exactly where my confidence comes from!
