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The big screen began playing
fragments of my memories.
“Honey, you must be tired. I heated
some milk for you. Drink it while it’s warm.”
I was in my study facing the computer when Michelle came in. I hastily waved her away, probably with a frightening look in my
eyes.
The comment section exploded with
messages.
[What kind of attitude is that? Your wife
goes through the trouble of heating milk for you late at night, and you’re this impatient? How ungrateful!]
[If I were his wife, I’d throw that milk right
in his face.]
The audience’s resentment was clearly
building.
After watching, the judge frowned and
declared.
“This behavior does not constitute being a sc*mbag. Eric is innocent.”
[Are you kidding me? How is this not sc*mbag behavior? He treats his wife terribly after marriage. Is the judge blind?]
[Something’s fishy here. This je*k must have bribed the judge. I’m reporting this!]
The footage continued to play.
Michelle ignored my protests and
walked straight toward me, muttering under her breath, “I’ve heated this milk twice
already. Milk is good for you! Whatever
you’re doing, you’re going to stop and drink
this right now!”
The executives on my screen were
giving me disapproving looks. I quickly apologized and muted my microphone before turning to her in frustration.
“Honey, just leave the milk here, and I’ll drink it later. It is a crucial video conference. We’re talking about a multi–million dollar project. I can’t mess this up.”
Despite my patient’s explanation, Michelle started throwing a tantrum.
“Eric! All you care about is money,
money, money! Am I wrong to care about
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milk is also me being sentimental?” With
that, Michelle deliberately knocked the milk
over onto my computer.
I rushed to save my computer, but it was too late. It had already short–circuited and started smoking.
The project was ruined. I glared at Michelle in anger.
Instead of showing any remorse, Michelle put her hands on her hips and yelled back defiantly.
“It’s just a stupid computer! Why are you looking at me like that? I must have been blind to marry someone like you!”
With that, Michelle stormed out,
slamming the door behind her.
[Seriously, am I the only one who finds
this woman’s “care” suffocating? He told her
he was in an important meeting and responded patiently. How does that make him a je*k?]
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[Hey above, try being a housewife for a few years, and you’ll understand. There are bills everywhere and tons of invisible
housework. It’s overwhelming. Is it so hard for a husband to say thank you?]
I sneered at the heated comment
section.
These clueless spectators, sitting on their morally high horses, judge others.
Down below, Michelle seemed encouraged by her supporters and started wiping away crocodile tears.
I was only concerned about my husband,” she whimpered. “I was afraid the cold milk would upset his stomach. You guys, who’ve never been someone’s wife, wouldn’t understand my pain. I’m exhausted every day, and I don’t have a job. I can only
ask my husband for money. I have to walk on eggshells every day, living off him. I just don’t want my husband to leave me.”
As Michelle delivered her tearful speech,
the uninformed audience rushed to shower
her with sympathy.
The big screen was split, showing my memories on one side and the live feed on the other. Watching Michelle’s crocodile tears made me sick to my stomach.
[Women need their careers! Husbands always think they give too much, but only we women know how much it really costs to run a household!] the comments scrolled by.
[Exactly! If his wife is this exhausted, why doesn’t he hire a housekeeper?] another viewer replied.
I smirked as I noticed Michelle nervously avoiding my gaze.
Looking straight into the camera with ice in my eyes, I said, “First off, I hand over my entire monthly salary of one hundred thousand, plus year–end bonuses. All I keep is money for cigarettes and transportation. Second, we have a housekeeper. I can show you the bank statements to prove it.”
The comment section went dead silent. All the accusations suddenly stopped.
Now, it was Michelle’s turn to panic. She stammered out a response.
“What’s one hundred thousand dollars
anyway? That barely covers one of my
handbags! And that housekeeper does
such a sloppy job, and I have to clean up her mess anyway. Even if what you’re saying
is true, what about you hitting me? That
definitely happened!”
