I had just been discharged from the hospital after giving birth when my husband forced me to take the bus home, while he secretly drove the Maybach and treated his entire family to hotpot. Two hours later, he was bankrupt—and the truth about who I really was left his whole family terrified.
Never again.
Later, Daniel’s family tried to contact my father, hoping for help. His reply was brief:
“You taught my daughter how not to be treated. That lesson was costly—but necessary.”
And sometimes peace begins the moment you stop asking for a seat in someone else’s car—and choose to walk your own path instead.
