I had to say that over the years, Mr. Howell and my sister-in-law have treated me very well. They truly treated me as a family member and a member of the Howell Family.
So, in the seven years since we got married, no matter how much of a jerk Jordon was, I stayed at home peacefully, gave birth to children for him and took care of the housework for him.
I originally thought that even if I was not loved, my life would be meaningful as long as I was taking care of my two precious daughters.
But then, I had nothing.
I did not know how long it was before my sister-in-law walked into my room again.
“Grandpa asked you to pass.”
When I walked into the old man's room, he was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed, looking at me with eyes full of heartache.
“Diana, you are a good girl. I heard from your sister that you have been wronged over the years.
“The child will be cremated tomorrow. You can leave if you want after that. That brat is not worthy of you. You should not let him keep you from doing this any longer.”
I said nothing and bowed deeply to the old man.