In the sixth year of our marriage, I calmly said to my husband: "If you still won't let me join your family for New Year's Eve dinner this year, let's just get a divorce." Liam froze for a moment, frowning: "You want a divorce just over a New Year's Eve dinner?" I rubbed the wedding ring on my finger. It was sterling silver, unbranded, and barely worth anything. Unlike the one he gave his ex-wife—a designer diamond ring worth over ten thousand dollars, which she still wore to this day. In our six years of marriage, my mother-in-law had never once allowed me to attend their New Year's Eve dinner. Simply because she felt sorry for her former daughter-in-law being all alone in the city, and worried my presence would make her feel awkward. But they seemed to have forgotten that my own hometown was a thousand miles away in the Midwest. I get lonely eating New Year's Eve dinner by myself, too. I looked up and nodded slightly: "Yes, just over this." The next second, his phone screen lit up. Right in front of me, Liam "liked" a post his ex-wife had just uploaded, showing a happy family reunion. "How long are you going to drag this out this time?" "You know Leo's condition, he can't be left alone." A thousand miles from home, estranged from my parents. He was certain I had nowhere to go, And even more certain I couldn't bear to leave the little family I had painstakingly built over six years. I suddenly remembered the year I decided to marry Liam and move far away. My parents were so furious they publicly disowned me. "He's a divorced man with an autistic son! Marrying him means becoming a free nanny!" I was dead set on it back then, diving headfirst into this highly disapproved marriage. Over the next six years, I stayed by his side as he went from a nobody to a top lawyer worth millions. I taught that stepson, who was entirely trapped in his own world, how to acknowledge people, bit by bit. He learned to call for his grandpa, grandma, dad, and his biological mother. I was the only one who remained a nameless entity without a title. I smiled bitterly, looking down to book a flight back to my hometown. This time, my mind was truly made up. 1. Liam glanced up at the clock. "Twelve minutes left until Leo wakes up." "We have to go to my mom's place to pay our New Year's respects later. Even if the sky falls, it has to wait." His tone showed he didn't take my mention of divorce seriously at all. It wasn't until I placed the pre-prepared divorce agreement in front of him, That Liam finally deigned to look at me. He scanned the clauses and said coldly: "Taking half my assets? Chloe, you have quite an appetite." "You should know I'm the only one bringing in money for this family!" No explanation, no asking me to stay. Only icy interrogation. I felt an inexplicable urge to cry. For the unworthiness of my past six years. "Liam, these past years I've managed the household and taken care of the child." "I gave you all my youth. Is that not even worth half a million to you?" He irritably tore the divorce agreement to pieces. "Did I force you to marry me?" "Besides, we're an old married couple now. What exactly are you throwing a tantrum about?" I opened my mouth, but my throat felt blocked by wet cotton. Just last night, in Mia's social media posts, The stepson, Leo, whom I had raised for six years but who still only called me "Auntie," Was affectionately calling her "Mom," over and over again in her video. People around them chimed in, asking what I was, then. Leo paused for a moment and simply said I was just the nanny who cooked. The room erupted in laughter, yet no one spoke a word in my defense. Even my husband didn't offer a half-sentence of rebuttal. Just as Liam said, no one forced me to marry him. But it was clearly him who promised me, amidst a heavy snowfall, that for the rest of his life, there would only be me. When we first met, I was a newly minted psychology intern at the hospital. Seeing him bring his child in alone for autism treatment always stirred extra sympathy in me. As we got to know each other, I learned that his ex-wife had chosen to divorce him precisely because she couldn't handle the child's illness. My heart ached for this father and son from the city, and I took extra care of them. Eventually, my heart landed entirely on Liam. While we were dating, he would remember my period every month, prepare pads in advance, and personally make me brown sugar ginger tea. He would also thoughtfully renew my various app subscriptions. So when he proposed, I agreed without hesitation. Even if it meant marrying far away from home, even if it meant being his second wife, even if it meant becoming a stepmother, I accepted it all. But just as my mother said, dating and marriage are two different things. After moving to the city, because I had to take care of autistic Leo, I chose to become a stay-at-home mom. From then on, my life was consumed by daily chores. When Liam excitedly talked about his latest won case, I was busy apologizing to the parents of a child Leo had hurt. When he wanted to take me out for a romantic candlelight dinner, I chose to refuse because Leo was terrified of strangers. Every time this happened, Liam would hold my hand, visibly moved. "Chloe, thank goodness you are in this family." For six years, I poured all my energy into a child who shared no blood with me. I hoped he would one day call me "Mom," Hoped he could live like a normal person. In the end, all I got in return was an "Auntie." Even my husband tacitly accepted that I was just the family's nanny. Since that was the case, I wasn't staying in this family anymore. 2. The flight was booked for tomorrow. It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and I didn't want to ruin the mood. After Leo woke up, the whole family headed to my in-laws' place together. Mia, wearing a red woolen coat, was standing at the door. Seeing her, Liam immediately got out of the car. "Your health isn't good, and it's freezing outside. You could have just waited inside." The woman shot him a flirtatious, scolding look. "I just wanted to see you sooner..." She deliberately paused, mischievously watching Liam's earlobes turn bright red. Mia added: "I hadn't finished. I did it all to see Leo." Liam's disappointment was visible to the naked eye. With just a few words, she sent the usually composed man on an emotional rollercoaster. Liam was always cool and collected around me. Even on our wedding day, his expression only softened slightly. It turned out all his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, Had long been reserved for Mia. A sudden, indescribable feeling surged in my heart. Funny enough, this was my very first time meeting Mia in person. Before this, I had only ever peeked at her life through social media. Just as depicted in her posts, Even in her thirties, she remained vibrantly and fiercely beautiful. Just like her irreplaceable position in Liam's heart. And what about me? I turned to look at my reflection in the car window. No makeup, eyes swollen like walnuts. The wrinkles around my eyes looking exceptionally haggard. Leo, who had been silent, immediately let go of my hand and threw himself into Mia's arms. Those repeated cries of "Mom" cut into my heart like a knife. Mia kissed his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. Leo didn't show a hint of disgust, his eyes full of adoration. A few years ago, I had merely sprayed a little perfume on myself. Leo, sensitive to the smell, covered his nose and started sneezing non-stop. Noticing this, Liam specifically told me to be more mindful. He told me not to wear makeup or dress up anymore, saying it was all for the child's good. But when it came to Mia, Leo showed absolutely no signs of an allergic reaction. Even Liam looked at me with disdain. "It's the New Year, why didn't you dress up a bit? You look so plain." Mia covered her mouth, hiding a smirk. "I remember when you got married, you showed me her ID photo." "It's only been a few years, I thought you had married some middle-aged woman just to gross me out." Having said that, she feigned guilt and covered her mouth. "I have a habit of speaking my mind. Your current wife won't be angry, will she?" Liam tickled my palm. "Don't mind her, that's just how she is." "Before we divorced, she used to always call me a stubborn mule." His tone seemed like a complaint, but it was actually full of nostalgia. I pulled my hand back and walked into the house ahead of them. I could still hear their laughter behind me. "Uh-oh, the wife is mad. Looks like someone's sleeping in the study tonight." "Mia, can't you say something nice for once!" I pretended not to hear, but couldn't help quickening my pace. As soon as I entered, I saw my mother-in-law getting up enthusiastically from the sofa. But when she realized it was me, her face instantly turned cold. Since we got married, she had never given me a single pleasant look. My mother-in-law felt that because I came from a small town, Marrying Liam, who already had a child, was nothing more than a ploy to get a city residency. For the first time, I didn't try to warm up to her coldness. I sat on the sofa and started cracking sunflower seeds. In the past, to please this mother-in-law, Even though I wasn't allowed to attend the New Year's Eve dinner, I would still show up on New Year's Day with all sorts of expensive supplements. Clearly, I bought them with my own private savings, But from her mouth, it became me recklessly spending her son's money. 3. Lunch was exceptionally lavish. Amidst the uniform array of sweet dishes, there were surprisingly a few spicy ones. Mia winked playfully at my mother-in-law. "Mom really loves me the most, knowing I like spicy food." Liam, however, frowned. "You just said yesterday your stomach was hurting. Eat less of that." He smoothly passed over a peeled shrimp. Realizing I was still there, Liam smiled awkwardly. "I remembered you're allergic to seafood, so I didn't peel any for you." To placate me, he put a piece of braised pork in my bowl. I forced a smile, feeling incredibly bitter. I had never liked sweet food. Liam used to joke that I didn't even like the sweet and sour pork from my own hometown. But now, he had completely forgotten my preferences. Or rather, he no longer kept them in mind. After the meal, the table was a mess. My mother-in-law instructively commanded me, as usual. "Hey, you, remember to wash these by hand." "Don't use the dishwasher, it wastes water." I looked up at her. The mother-in-law I always used to find intimidating, Was really just a mean, nitpicking little old lady. She always used that condescending tone, calling me "hey, you." She refused to call me by my name, refused to acknowledge my position. Yet I still wanted to please her. Simply because I wanted to be a good wife to Liam, a good daughter-in-law to the Vance family. But now. I didn't even want Liam anymore. And I certainly wouldn't back down anymore. I stood up, "Mom, this is the last time I'll call you that." "Your son and I are getting a divorce." Without waiting for my mother-in-law's reaction, I turned and left. Walking past the living room, I happened to see the two of them on the balcony. They seemed to be arguing. Mia bit her lip, staying silent, then simply stood on her tiptoes and kissed Liam. The man's hands, resting on her shoulders and meant to push her away, gradually slid down. Finally, he gripped the woman's waist tightly. I stood frozen, feeling like I had swallowed a fishbone. My throat was slashed raw, even my breathing carried the metallic taste of blood. Liam once told me he hated his heartless ex-wife. Hated her for being so selfish that she abandoned her husband and child for her so-called freedom. He got dead drunk, crying as he recounted that failed marriage. But I forgot, where there is no love, how can there be hate? My mother-in-law, standing behind me, suddenly said coldly: "I never welcomed you marrying into this family in the first place." "My son and Mia merely got divorced, it's not like they can't remarry." "As for you, you'd better find someone else while you're still young." She paused, looking at me with pity. "Though you aren't that young anymore, almost thirty, right?" While we were talking, Liam had walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and headed straight for the front door. Mia's sorrowful voice trailed behind us. "Liam, what happened back then was my fault." "But it's been six years, can't you forgive me?" I turned to look at the man beside me. And caught a glimpse of a smear of red on his lips. Bitten by Mia. It wasn't until we were back in the car that Liam regained his composure. "Don't listen to her nonsense. I'm not going to divorce you." "As for that kiss, I was forced." But I witnessed the whole thing. Saw the love and reluctance in Liam's eyes. "Do you really not love her anymore?" The car fell into silence. Mia caught up to us right at that moment. Seeing me sitting in the back, a look of realization dawned in her eyes. "Liam, is this what you mean by not having me in your heart?" "Yet your passenger seat has always been reserved for me." I looked at the man who didn't dare turn around, and asked softly: "Didn't you tell me someone in your family had a car accident while sitting in the passenger seat, And out of concern for my safety, you didn't let me sit there?" Mia's eyes crinkled with laughter. "Silly sister, you actually believed that?" "After we got married, I got jealous that he gave a female colleague a ride home and let her sit in the passenger seat." "Later, I taught him to make up an excuse, and that's how the passenger seat became my exclusive spot." Liam slammed on the gas, gradually leaving Mia behind. Only when the woman's figure completely vanished from the rearview mirror, Did he finally speak to promise me. "I'll keep my distance from her from now on." "I've never thought about remarrying her, really." As soon as the words left his mouth, his phone rang. 4. Liam didn't answer, putting the phone on silent. If he really wanted to cut contact. He could have just blocked her. The flashing screen was like vines that couldn't be shaken off. Binding both Liam and me. Finally, I spoke, "You should answer it." To show his determination, Liam put the call on speaker. "If you dare leave today, I'll jump off a building right now." Liam's hand trembled, almost dropping the phone. He turned to look at me, his eyes full of anxiety. "Chloe, I swear, this is the last time." Before I even nodded, the car doors automatically unlocked. On New Year's Day, I was kicked out of the car by my husband. In the dead of winter, without even giving me time to put on my coat. During peak holiday traffic, I couldn't get a cab. I walked back for two hours braving the freezing wind. After tossing a few cold pills into my mouth, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it was already 3 AM. A strange pain started in my lower abdomen. I thought my period was coming, so I drank some hot water and started packing my bags. There wasn't really much to pack. Not many of my things were in the house. Instead, books on treating autistic children filled the entire bookshelf. And the various legal statutes and case files Liam needed. After packing my important documents, I was completely awake. I simply started scrolling through my social media feed. The newest post was a photo of Mia at an amusement park. The caption read: [The real family of three reunited again~] The man who, just this morning, promised me it was the last time, Was accompanying his ex-wife and taking his autistic child to the most crowded amusement park. The in-laws who were always active in the family group chat were liking the post. The comments section was full of people asking when they were getting remarried. Some relatives, finding it inappropriate, told Mia, the ex-wife, to know her boundaries. Before she could reply, Liam's uncle commented directly. "Even if they are divorced, she is still the child's biological mother. That can't be changed." "Besides, just because they can't be husband and wife, doesn't mean they can't be friends, right?" I didn't dare scroll down any further. Afraid those words would turn into blades, stabbing into my organs one by one. But my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. And left one final, fresh reply: [No need to be friends, you can go back to being husband and wife.] I curled up in my blankets, waiting until dawn before I felt a hint of sleepiness. A loud bang on the door scared my heart into a frantic rhythm. Liam walked into the bedroom, his face dark. He angrily yanked me up from the bed. I instinctively tried to struggle, but he furiously slapped me. "Do you know that comment you left made Mia cry all night long!" "Will you only be satisfied when you've torn this entire family apart?" "Go apologize to Mia right now!" My crumbling emotions could no longer be suppressed. "Why should I apologize to a woman who destroyed my family?" Liam raised his hand, but eventually lowered it mid-air. He said through gritted teeth, "If we're talking about who came first, aren't you the other woman?" I looked up in shock. The burning pain on my left cheek turned into a sharp sting. Even my heart began to ache. I started crying uncontrollably, even breathing became difficult. Liam's face turned deathly pale, and he explained in frustration. "That's not what I meant, I just..." Before he could finish, the phone in his pocket started vibrating. It was Mia again. "Liam, I'm pregnant." "It's probably from that time you came to see me in River City last month." "If I don't see you in an hour, I'm going to the hospital to get an abortion." Last time she threatened to jump off a building, this time she added a new life. Liam gripped his phone tightly, his fingertips turning white. After a long time, he spoke with difficulty. "I drank too much that time, but the child is innocent." Without waiting for my answer, Liam grabbed his car keys and left. Right then, a sharp pain struck my lower abdomen. Pulling back the covers, I realized the bedsheets were already stained red. I called Liam's name in a panic. But only heard the sound of the door slamming shut. My irregular periods had kept me from ever suspecting I was pregnant. And as for now? I no longer had to agonize over whether to keep the child. My phone lit up, reminding me I had two hours until boarding. Six years ago, clutching a plane ticket, I accompanied him to the unfamiliar city of Shanghai; Six years later, all alone, it was time for me to go home too. Three days later, a physically and mentally exhausted Liam pushed open the bedroom door. The scene before him, however, made his entire body tremble. 5 The important documents I needed to take were already packed. I changed my clothes, left the signed divorce agreement on the nightstand, and took a cab to leave. But when the plane landed at Harbin Airport, looking at the vast expanse of white outside the window, I suddenly felt like I was running away. But where else could I run to? In love, I lost so completely that I didn't even leave myself a way out. Carrying my luggage, I eventually returned to the familiar alley. When my mom saw me, she was startled at first, then glanced behind me, "Where is he? It's the dead of winter, why didn't he come back with you?" Without waiting for my answer, she took my suitcase. As soon as I stepped inside, the heat hit my face. Dad handed me a cup of hot tea. I bit my lip awkwardly, "Mom, I..." I couldn't get the rest of the words out. Mom snorted coldly, "Did you guys have a fight?" "I told you not to insist on marrying so far away!" "Now you've been wronged, and you have nowhere to go to reason with anyone." Mom scolded me while turning back to the kitchen. In no time, seven or eight dishes were ready. "Is the Vance family so poor? They can't even give you a full meal?" "Look how thin you are! People would think you're a refugee." She naturally put a chicken drumstick in my bowl. Dad cleared his throat and looked at me: "Your mom has been hoping you'd come back." "A few years ago, when she couldn't reach you by phone and you didn't reply to her messages," "She even went to Shanghai herself. Seeing that you were doing okay, she finally felt relieved." "Every year on the second day of the New Year, she buys groceries in advance, just waiting for you to come back."
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