Chapter 1 — You use Filial piety to tie me down, I use divorce to end it

THE HUSBAND TAKES THE BED-PARALYZED MOTHER-IN-LAW INTO THE MAIN BEDROOM, I RETURN TO SIGN UP FOR THE CLOSED TRAINING COURSE, HE IS PANIC. The husband welcomes the paralyzed mother-in-law to live with him, I do not stop him. He also specially hired a personal assistant with a monthly salary of 9,500 yuan, emptied the master bedroom, and had already prepared three beds early.

“Mom is in the master bedroom, the nurse is in the side room.”

"And we can just sleep in the living room for the two of us."

He spoke matter-of-factly, from beginning to end he never asked my opinion. I quietly watched him busy before and after, calmly speaking:

“What a coincidence.”

“I just signed up for a closed training course, having to study abroad for four months.”

“In the house... it's hard for me.”

He was stunned on the spot. The smile on his face immediately froze. The battle between filial piety and one's own life... has just begun. Chu Minh Khai carried the last box of sundries out of the master bedroom and placed them heavily on the living room floor.

“It's done, it's all cleared up.”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a smug smile on his face.

"Mom's things will be delivered this afternoon. I'll just arrange them."

I stood at the kitchen door, holding a glass of water, not moving. In the master bedroom, the two meter bed we bought at the wedding was removed and replaced with three brand new single beds. One next to the window, for the mother-in-law. One next to the wardrobe, for the person taking care of the sick. There's another one behind the door, for backup.

"I've also hired someone to take care of me. Monthly salary is 9,500 yuan, with decent experience, you can rest assured."

He stepped forward to hug my shoulder. I leaned away and put the glass of water on the dining table.

“So where are you?”

The smile on his face faltered a bit, as if he felt my question was too redundant.

“So my husband and I can just sleep in the living room.”

He pointed to the sofa bed that we normally use to watch TV.

"When you pull it out, it becomes a double bed, almost as wide as a bed. I'll just give it a few months, wait for mom to get better and then move on."

He said it was extremely obvious. Just like letting your wife sleep in the living room is very normal. I looked at him. Looking at the man I've known for seven years. There was not the slightest bit of guilt in his eyes. Just the excitement and calmness of a person immersed in the feeling of being extremely filial. He never asked my opinion. From deciding to welcome my mother to stay. When it comes to letting go of the old caregiver. Then arbitrarily cleaned our bedroom. I'm always the last to know. He was busy back and forth, just like an actor preparing to go on stage to receive an award. Just a prop that must be coordinated in his "perfect filial son" drama.

“Minh Khai.”

I spoke up, my voice very calm.

"Hmm? What's wrong, wife? You're happy for me too, right?"

He smiled and came closer. I quietly looked at him.

“What a coincidence, I just signed up for a closed training course.”

“I will leave next Monday, four months time.”

“In the house... it's hard for me.”

The smile on his face immediately stiffened. Like a flowing waterfall suddenly frozen. Little by little it cracked open.

“What did you say?”

His voice was hoarse.

“I said, I have to go on a business trip for four months.”

I repeated it again, holding the above delivery document bag dining table, pulled out a few pieces of paper and gave them to him. It is the company's mobilization document. Above is clearly written my name and the location of foreign training. There is also a dazzling red seal below. He stared at those papers, his fingers clenched until they turned white, as if he wanted to see through them.

“Hua Tinh, you did it on purpose, right?”

He gritted every word through his teeth. The gentle gaze from before had completely disappeared, leaving only cold scrutiny.

“You knew from before, right?”

I don't answer. I've known for a long time. From the first time he "discussed" with me about taking my mother to nursing home, I knew. His so-called "discussion"... It has never been a negotiation before. Just an announcement. Like now. He moved all my things out of the couple's bedroom, then informed me that I had to sleep in the living room.

“You can't go!”

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, his strength was terrifying.

"Mom is coming soon, the caregiver has already been hired, there are so many things in the house, why are you leaving at this time?"

"You're gone, what should I do alone?"

I looked at his fierce face and suddenly felt ridiculous.

“You are not alone.”

I gently withdrew my hand, my eyes scanning the empty master bedroom.

“I have my mother, and a caregiver with a monthly salary of 9,500 yuan.”

“This house, soon will no longer be your world anymore, right?”

I blocked his throat until he stiffened, his chest heaving violently. At that moment, the doorbell rang. As if he had found a savior, he immediately turned around and opened the door. People from the moving company have arrived. They began to move in all kinds of things that belonged to the mother-in-law. Medical bed. Along with countless large bags and small bags of clothes and items. Chu Minh Khai stood in command, filling the entire master bedroom. He deliberately didn't look at me, using his busyness to hide his guilt and anger. I also didn't say anything more. Just quietly enter the extra room and close the door. The extra room is my office and dressing room. I opened my suitcase and started packing my things. One dish at a time. Neat and tidy. It's like cleaning up a relationship that has been rotten for a long time. Outside the door, Chu Minh Khai's voice commanding the moving of things became louder and louder, as if he was intentionally telling me.

"This is on the bedside table. My mother needs it at night."

“Be careful, that's my mother's favorite chair.”

“Yes, yes, move everything in here. From now on, this will be my mother's room.”

I zipped up the suitcase. A crisp "squeak" sounded. There is a voice in my heart reminding me. This war… It's just begun.