Eight months pregnant, my husband kicked me out of the house.
My husband shamed me for quitting my career – the one I’d earned with my master’s degree – after I got pregnant. He accused me of doing nothing but lying around on my phone all day.
What kind of mother will you be if this is the example you set?”
I’m helping you get back to your career, helping you find your worth again.”
Then he posted a photo of my retreating back, suitcase in hand. Caption, “Helping my wife get back into the workforce!”
Comments poured in. “A husband who supports female independence is a good husband.”
I tried to explain that severe anemia during pregnancy made it impossible to work. My doctor had ordered bed rest.
But he posted a prenatal check-up report, showing everything was normal.
Netizens called me “a lazy liar,” “a manipulative gold-digger.”
No company dared to hire an eight-month pregnant woman.
I could only find a temporary cleaning job, hoping to survive until my due date.
Then one day, while mopping a restroom floor, my anemia finally took me. I collapsed headfirst against the toilet rim. Blood painted the tiles – two lives, gone in an instant.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment he locked me out.
He smiled encouragingly, “Sera, as long as you work for a full month, I’ll immediately take you to a postpartum care center!”
I smiled and nodded. As soon as he closed the door, I hailed a cab and went straight back to my parents’ place.
You don’t want me to be a housewife?
Then you, this gold-digging freeloader who’s been feeding from my family’s pocket all these years, won’t taste another crumb.
My eyes fluttered open again.
Brandon was bending over, packing my suitcase.
His sister, Chloe who graduated from college two years ago and was still freeloading off our family, was sitting on the imported Italian leather sofa I’d air-freighted myself, snapping gum and scrolling through her phone, utterly engrossed in the drama.
Seeing me standing there frozen, Brandon frowned and said impatiently.
“I’m just asking you to go out and work for a month, do you really have to be so dramatic?”
“Didn’t you always say you were an independent woman? You even skipped my parents’ birthday dinner just to close a deal back then.”
“Now I’m helping you get back into your career, and you’re giving me attitude?”
Chloe chuckled, adding snidely.
“Exactly, Sera, you’re a Master’s degree holder from a top-tier university. Yet you’re not even half as mature or independent as Bethany. All that education, wasted.”
Bethany, the housekeeper, walked over, pregnant belly protruding, carrying a cup of coffee.
She smiled sweetly, handing it to Brandon, and gently linked arms with him,
Her voice as soft as honey.
“How can I compare to Seraphina? Seraphina has been pampered and spoiled her whole life, and married a good husband like you. She’s destined for a life of luxury.”
She lowered her head, sighing lightly.
“Unlike me, growing up in the countryside, learned hardship young. How could I ever feel at ease enjoying a comfortable life?”
“Look at me now, seven, eight months pregnant, and still working to make ends meet.”
At this, she looked up again, a fake smile on her face.
“Oh, Brandon, don’t push Seraphina too hard. If she doesn’t want to go to work, then so be it. After all-you’re earning all the money.”
Bethany’s words only added fuel to the fire.
Brandon’s face instantly darkened. He turned and pushed me, along with my luggage, out the door.
“Just because I’m from the countryside, does that mean I should suffer and support a family my whole life?”
“You’re my wife, you’re supposed to build a life with me, through thick and thin, not find a servant to work for you while you eat, drink, and have fun!”
He roared furiously.
“The baby’s coming soon, how will you set an example for them like this? I have to cure you of this dramatic behavior before the baby’s born!”
With that, he rummaged through my purse, pulled out my bank card, and sneered.
“If you want to be independent, then you can’t use my money. Use your own salary card to support yourself.”
“Didn’t you used to earn a lot? The money in your card should be enough for a month’s living expenses, right?”
“Don’t tell me your card’s empty, and you’ve blown it all.”
I clutched the bank card he’d tossed at me, and a flash of my past life crossed my mind.
Back then, I was so angry I burst into tears, threw the card back at him, and we had a huge fight.
The savings in that card had already been moved by him to gather the wedding funds.
It was already empty.
But all I got in return was Brandon’s cold sneer.
He snapped the bank card in half right in front of me and said coldly.
“The wedding funds were for you, weren’t they? Didn’t you say you’re a modern, independent woman? The wedding funds were just a formality, to stay with our family?”
“What, you can’t come up with any money now? As expected, you just took all my hard-earned money to spoil your parents!”
The words fell, and with a “bang,” he slammed the door shut.
“You want money? Go ask your parents for it!”
I dragged my suitcase, penniless, and I didn’t even have my phone.
Gritting my teeth, I walked over ten miles, desperately stopping strangers to borrow a phone to call my parents.
But everyone I met either thought I was a scammer or looked at me with contempt.
“Your husband already posted a video, saying you quit your job after marriage and did nothing at home.”
“He’s trying to help you regain independence, giving you money to work for a month.”
“And you? Instead of looking for a job, you’re trying to run back to your parents to complain?”
I froze, my heart turning to ice.
Only then did I realize that as soon as I was kicked out, Brandon had already posted an update on a local social media platform.
The title was.
“Can’t bear to see my powerhouse career woman wife turn into an entitled gold-digger. I gave her all the wedding funds, just hoping she’d go out and find a job to learn independence.”
Below was a photo.
My back, holding a suitcase, walking out of the house.
I quickly explained that he hadn’t given me any money, and I was penniless.
I resigned because I was unwell, and the doctor required bed rest, otherwise, I’d miscarry.
I begged netizens to help me clarify and contact my parents.
But before I could reach my parents, Brandon beat me to it.
He posted another “prenatal check-up report” online.
It stated, “Healthy, doctor recommends ‘more exercise, avoid prolonged sitting at home’.”
He even attached a video clip.
In the footage, he handed me a bank card, smiling, and said.
“Sera, all the wedding funds are right here.”
I trembled with anger.
That prenatal check-up report wasn’t mine at all, and that video-
He secretly filmed it when he first asked me to help him raise money!
He ended up taking that card back, saying he wanted to personally give it to my parents.
I still wanted to explain, but the comments section was already completely biased.
The internet was flooded with insults, calling me a liar, an entitled gold-digger, saying I was ungrateful.
Netizens contemptuously pushed me away, walking off without a backward glance.
With nowhere to turn for help, I could only grit my teeth and look for a job,
Thinking I’d earn some money, at least for a place to stay.
But no company would hire a woman eight months pregnant.
Finally, I found a cleaning job at a hotel.
But I didn’t last a day. While mopping the bathroom, due to severe anemia, I collapsed by the cold toilet.
Blood flowed everywhere-Two lives, gone.
But this time, I wouldn’t engage in any useless arguments with him.
I calmly gathered all my documents and bank cards, and made sure my phone was in hand.
Turning, I saw Chloe’s gloating expression.
I sneered, pointing at her.
“You think I need to be independent, so you want to kick me out to find a job? Fine.”
“Then you, who’s been unemployed for two years, eating my food and drinking my drinks, should also get out and find a job.”
As soon as my words fell, Chloe’s face instantly twisted.
She immediately jumped up and shouted.
“What does it have to do with me?! I spend my brother’s money, what business is it of yours? My brother hasn’t said anything, who are you to tell me what to do!”
I spoke directly.
“This house was bought by me before marriage; your brother’s name was only added after we got married.”
“The money your brother spends on you is also community property. Every penny you spend, half of it is mine.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted independence? I, an eight-month pregnant woman, am being forced to be independent,
So why are you, a college graduate with hands and feet, still lying around at home?”
“Now, get the hell out!”
Before I could finish, a sharp slap landed heavily on my face.
I froze, looking disbelievingly at Brandon.
He was panting heavily, gritting his teeth, and said.
“Enough! How dare you kick my sister out?”
“You’re married to me now! This house is mine!”
“My house, my money, I can spend it on whoever I want!”
“You’re just a useless freeloader, who are you to tell me what to do with my money?”
He said, pushing me out the door.
“Get out! I was originally planning to take you back in a month. But now I regret it! You can only come back when you apologize to my sister. Don’t you dare show your face until she’s forgiven you!”
Bethany feigned concern behind him.
“Oh Brandon, don’t be angry, Seraphina just doesn’t know any better.”
“But her ideas are indeed too selfish. You need to teach her properly,
Otherwise, she’ll take all your money to spoil her family later on.”
Chloe, who had been furious, now saw the red slap mark on my face.
A hint of triumph flashed in her eyes. She pulled out her phone and recorded a voice message.
“LOL, my high-and-mighty sister-in-law wanted to lecture me?”
“She needs to realize who calls the shots in this house. My brother slapped her and she immediately shut up. Indeed, a wife needs to be beaten into submission. Otherwise, she’ll never listen.”
I stared back with ice in my gaze.
Empty-handed, I pocketed only my phone and ID.
Then I turned and walked away without a word.
A few taps on my phone, and I’d taken out a quick cash loan.
I booked the next flight home—one way, same-day departure.
Before sunset, I was already in the air.
Fine, you want me to be an independent woman?
Then you won’t be a kept man who’s been living off my family, anymore.
I went to the hospital and got a medical report for the assault, just for the record.
By the time I boarded the plane, it was already dark.
After landing, I covered my bruises and knocked on my parents’ door.
Mom opened the door. When she saw me, she was first surprised,
Then asked with concern.
“Why are you back so suddenly? Did Brandon bully you?”
Dad hugged me, only saying in a deep voice, “Eat first.”
In just half an hour, Mom, Dad, and the housekeeper prepared a table full of dishes.
Every single one is a dish I’ve loved since I was a child.
Seeing that table full of steaming food, my eyes stung.
For a moment, I thought I might break down right there.
I told them everything.
When I finished, my father slammed his hand on the table, his voice shaking with anger.
“Bullshit! We never asked him for any wedding funds!”
“He claimed he had it all ready, and we even told him to keep it. We never even saw a glimpse of that bank card!”
I stood there stunned.
Because Brandon had clearly told me that he personally handed the wedding funds to my parents.
And he even held me, looking desolate, saying that the money put a lot of pressure on his family,
And his parents were exhausted, making him feel unfilial.
I believed him then.
To lessen his burden, I voluntarily worked overtime to secure a project bonus worth hundreds of thousands.
And because of that, I missed his parents’ birthday dinner.
At that time, I even specifically transferred him ten thousand dollars as a gift, just for his parents.
I clenched my fists.
Brandon, I will never let you off the hook again.
Dad slammed the table again, gritting his teeth.
“Eat first, rest tonight. Tomorrow, Dad will go there and get justice for you!”
That night, I slept incredibly soundly.
The long-lost relaxation and sense of security made me feel lighter.
The next morning, my dad, with a convoy of cars and a team of bodyguards, headed straight for my house just as dawn broke.
At the door, the password had been changed.
Without a word, my dad had the bodyguards kick the door open.
Chloe jumped up from the sofa, startled.
When she saw my parents and me walk in, her face twisted, and she pointed at me, screaming obscenities.
“You bitch! You think running to your parents will save you?!”
“You’re married to my brother, you’re part of our family now.”
‘My brother can do whatever he wants to you! If he slaps you, you take it. If he beats you so bad you lose that baby, you had it coming!”
At her words, my parents’ faces instantly darkened.
Mom walked over, her eyes red, and tenderly touched my face.
Her fingertips brushing the spot I’d covered with concealer, tears welling up.
“My child, why didn’t you tell us?”
Dad’s face turned completely grim, and he said coldly.
“Go, invite our ‘master of the house’ kept man back here.”
Chloe tried to say something else, but the bodyguards had already stepped forward, grabbing her and pinning her to the floor like a rag doll.
Chloe’s face was pale, and she dared not make another sound.
Just then, Bethany walked in, carrying several large bags of luxury goods.
The moment she saw me, she froze.
Our eyes met, and a trace of panic flashed across her face.
She instinctively used her bags to shield the jewelry and accessories she’d taken from my safe.
I was also stunned.
In just one night, she had transformed from her simple self to being decked out in flashy, expensive clothes.
I demanded angrily, “Who gave you permission to touch my things? Take them off immediately!”
Hearing my words, the bodyguards immediately stepped forward.
Bethany immediately clutched her belly and shrieked.
“Don’t touch me! I’m pregnant!”
She cried, looking at me and my parents, shouting hysterically.
“Ms. Seraphina, what are you doing? What kind of woman brings her family to make a scene? Aren’t you ashamed?! Besides, all these things were bought for you by Brandon.”
“He said I could use them if I wanted! Even if you’re jealous, you shouldn’t disregard Brandon’s wishes!”
My parents were trembling with anger.
Dad sneered, pointing at the luxury items on her.
“Only a black card could buy these things!
Brandon, a poor kid from the countryside, where would he get the money to buy these?”
“Take them off her!
If you don’t, I’ll call the police and accuse you of theft! Tens of millions of dollars’ worth of items, you’ll be facing a lifetime in prison!”
Hearing this, Bethany was too scared to cry out anymore.
She could only sob as the bodyguards took off the items one by one.
Just then, Brandon was escorted in by the bodyguards.
His face was pale, his clothes disheveled.
Bethany rushed over, crying, and embraced him, pleading.
“Brandon, say something! Seraphina misunderstood our relationship and insisted on calling her parents to make a scene… Those people snatched the jewelry and even tried to tear my clothes…”
But Brandon completely ignored her.
He forced a smile, fawning over my parents.
“Mom, Dad, why are you here?
Why didn’t you tell me in advance? I would have picked you up!
Look, they even came to my company for me, and I couldn’t even sign my contract.”
My dad snorted coldly,
“Sign what contract? I’m pulling all future funding I promised you. Even if you sign the contract, you won’t have the money to push it forward.”
Brandon’s face instantly changed.
His voice trembled, “Dad, you can’t do that! If you pull the funding, my company will collapse! I have so many orders waiting for capital turnover!”
“What does that have to do with me?”
My dad’s voice was as cold as a knife.
“If you could make my daughter happy, I would naturally support you. But now, you can’t even do that.”
“Your company, whether it lives or dies, what does that have to do with us?”
Brandon panicked, quickly rushed to my side,
Grabbed my hand, his voice pleading.
“Sera, I just wanted you to be more independent! Before we got married, you told me that even after marriage, you wouldn’t lose yourself.”
“I didn’t want you to become that kind of entitled gold-digger, I was really doing it for your own good!”
My dad sneered, “Her health was poor during pregnancy; she needed rest, which is why she stopped working.”
“Not only were you not grateful, but you also resented her for not being independent?”
“Let me tell you, our family’s money will all be left to my daughter. She could not work her entire life, and I could still support her.”
“Whether she’s independent or not is her own business; it’s not for you to decide!”
“Didn’t you always say you wanted to be independent? Fine, then you be independent first!”
“You call yourself self-made? Every ounce of success you have came from my family’s money. How dare you stand there and lecture me about independence?”
“The funding stops now.”
“You didn’t pay a single cent for this house. Now you, your freeloading sister and your precious little housekeeper, all of you get out!”
As soon as his words fell, Brandon dropped to his knees in front of me, clutching my legs.
Tears streaming down his face.
“I was wrong… Wife, I was truly wrong…I was confused, I was just anxious and made such a terrible mistake. Please, for the sake of how good I used to be to you, please forgive me.”
Brandon wasn’t wrong, he really was good to me in the past.
Back then, he would pick me up and drop me off every day, worried it wasn’t safe for me to go home too late.
Whenever we argued, he was always the first to back down and console me.
On his birthday, he even made a wish, saying he would make me happy for his entire life.
It was precisely because his love gave me such confidence that I plunged into it without hesitation, disregarding his family background and marrying him despite his humble origins.
But then I thought of my past life, falling headfirst into a pool of blood, a searing pain in my belly, amniotic fluid gushing everywhere.
I struggled to get up and call for help, only to bump into Brandon and a flashily dressed Bethany, coming to the hotel for dinner.
I cried out to Brandon, “Brandon, save me, the baby’s coming.”
Brandon frowned, his face filled with disgust, and said.
“Who’s this dirty beggar? She peed all over the floor, how disgusting. Security, get her out of here!”
They left me behind without a second glance.
Bethany, still clinging to him, simpered, “You didn’t give Seraphina a single cent, and you just kicked her out. Aren’t you worried?”
Brandon sneered.
“Worried about her? She’s got a princess complex. If it weren’t for her rich family helping my business, I wouldn’t have stooped so low to woo her for so long.
Now that she’s married to me, I need to teach her some manners, let her suffer a bit. That way, when I finally take her back, she’ll be obedient.”
Now, seeing Brandon’s expression of feigned regret, I knew it was all an act.
If I forgave him this time, he would just find other ways to torment me.
I looked at him coldly, without a trace of hesitation in my heart.
He knelt on the floor, tears streaming down his face, clutching my hand.
“Sera, believe me, I really didn’t mean it, I just wanted you to be better.”
Seeing that I remained silent, my dad nodded and said.
“Get them out of here.”
The bodyguards immediately stepped forward.
Brandon panicked, desperately clutching my leg, his voice trembling.
“Sera! Don’t make me leave, I really made a mistake, I’ll change, okay?!”
I spoke up, “Wait a moment.”
He immediately looked up, hope rekindling in his eyes.
“Sera, I knew you still cared about me.”
Just as his words fell, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.
Smack-the sound was crisp and loud.
I used all my strength.
Brandon froze, looking at me in shock.
I pointed at him and said.
“Delete everything you posted on that local social media platform immediately, and come with me to the divorce registry now!”
“Otherwise, I’ll have my parents completely destroy your company!”
Brandon stared at me, his lips trembling. “Sera, don’t do this, we still have a child…”
I interrupted him coldly. “The child is mine. From now on, they have nothing to do with you.”
My dad snorted. “What are you waiting for? Do as my daughter says!”
Brandon had no choice but to follow me to get the divorce.
Before leaving, he looked at me with a pained expression and said.
“I know I made a mistake, and I will use time to prove that I’ve learned from it.”
“I hope you’ll give me another chance to pursue you again.”
“I looked at him, said nothing, and just turned to leave.”
He truly seemed to have turned over a new leaf, realizing his problems, and even dragged Chloe to apologize to me.
He also continuously sent many expensive gifts and flowers.
But I had them all sent back; the flowers went straight into the trash.
Brandon then constantly posted public declarations of love for me on the local social media platform, saying that he was too chauvinistic, hurting his wife, and that he wanted to win her back.
But I couldn’t be bothered with him.
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