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He stared blankly at his mother. "What are you going crazy about?"
His mother snapped back, "What are you going crazy about?"
"I regret ever marrying a beast like you!"
His father finally reacted.
He shouted angrily, "Ma Jiahui, have you lost your mind?"
"Do you dare to hit me?!"
His father raised his hand, ready to retaliate.
Unfazed, his mother challenged him, "Go ahead! If you have the guts, then kill me!"
His father's hand froze in mid-air.
He was furious. "Don't think I won't hit you!"
His mother looked at him coldly. "Chu Yuntian, I've finally seen through you."
"You can be with other women, but why do you have to steal the money I worked so hard to earn?"
His father, filled with shame and anger, retorted, "Because you can't even give me a son!"
"Isn't it my fault that the Chu Family has no heirs?"
A crowd began to gather around them.
His father grew more animated as he continued, "So what if I cheated? You were the one who failed first!"
I stood in front of my mother and shouted, "Dad, you're lying! It's clearly you who doesn't want to go to work, yet you make Mom spend her money and energy for you!"
My father, exposed for who he truly was, became furious and attempted to hit me.
The neighbors around us began to criticize him.
Shame and anger washed over my father.
With a vicious glare, he spat out, "Divorce!"
Then he stormed off with his mistress and their illegitimate child.
Back at home, my mother sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
She stared blankly out the window, her silhouette revealing the weariness and pain of the years.
She remained silent, her head bowed deeply as if contemplating something profound.
I crouched down in front of her and noticed that she was silently crying.
My heart shattered.
My mother had been wronged!
My father had been keeping a mistress while deceiving her into giving him the money she worked so hard to earn!
How could I accept that my beloved mother was treated this way?
I took a deep breath and asked, "Mom, do you want Dad to pay a heavier price for what he's done?"
With tear-filled eyes, she looked at me and nodded.
I got up and walked to the desk.
There lay the medical records and expense logs that my mother had kept for years while taking care of my grandparents.
My mother didn't like using her phone to keep accounts; she preferred a notebook.
Flipping through the yellowed pages, I saw them filled with the expenses from these past years.
My grandfather suffered from dementia and required many expensive medications to sustain his life.
My grandmother also had high blood pressure, diabetes, and high cholesterol, needing a lot of medicine every year.
Just these two expenses had drained all the money my mother earned from selling our house.
My father only gave my mother a thousand yuan each month.
She had to use that thousand to buy medicine for my grandparents, cook meals, do laundry, and also pay our tuition and living expenses.
My father never cared about what we ate or wore.
He only cared about himself, ensuring he had good food and clothes.
I checked my phone bill.
Over the course of more than a decade, my father had given my mother only twenty thousand yuan!
Meanwhile, all the money my mother worked hard to earn from her stall had been taken by my father!
He used that money to support his mistress and their illegitimate child!
Holding the thick notebook in my hands, I felt my hands trembling.
I cannot imagine how my mother endured it all!
She clearly had enough pride to stand on—excellent grades, open-minded parents, a generous dowry...
Yet for the sake of our family, she gave up everything.
She dropped out of school at a young age to sell goods, living frugally.
In the end, she was betrayed by her husband and tormented by her mother-in-law!
And I, as her daughter, could only watch helplessly as she suffered!
I wiped away my tears and began to categorize and organize the information.
Timelines, relationships, evidence...
This was the first thing I could do for my mother.
Isn’t Dad known for his filial piety?
Then I will tear off his hypocritical mask completely!
Let everyone see his vile true self!
Let my mother reclaim what she rightfully deserves!
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