Yet Daniel couldn’t stand losing face. He told everyone my job didn’t earn much.
I struck the final blow.
“You can’t expect me to live worse now than when I was working, can you?”
The living room fell into dead silence.
I looked at their darkening faces and sneered inwardly.
This was only the beginning.
Their so-called good days had just started to unravel.
Daniel’s company couldn’t hold on. Profits plummeted, and the department was abuzz with layoff rumors.
His once-thick bonuses shrank into a few thin bills.
Meanwhile, I completely abandoned financial planning at home.
I had only one task—spending money.
For Ethan’s extracurricular classes, I chose the most expensive ones with foreign teachers.
At home, I replaced every appliance with the newest “smart” version, whether we needed it or not.
I said, “It’s all for this family, for Ethan. We can’t let him fall behind at the starting line. We need to keep up with the times.”
My in-laws didn’t understand, but when the neighbors praised me for being so devoted, they were overjoyed.
The bank balance dropped quickly under my efforts.
Finally, Daniel confronted me in the living room, his face dark, holding a credit card bill.