It was not until she gave birth to Stella that our lives began to become promising.
After we got married, did laundry, cooking, and housework after getting off from work, and never let her worry about anything.
As long as I looked at Stella's happy smiling face, I was very satisfied.
She could focus on her career and was promoted from an unknown salesperson to deputy manager in just one and a half years.
An internal competition for the marketing manager position was about to happen, but she resigned.
Because Logan came back from abroad.
I didn't know how Logan convinced her to resign.
Yesterday, I was busy working overtime, so I asked her, who had just quit her job, to stay at home and take good care of Stella.
Unexpectedly, she went to the party anyway.
I didn't know why I married her. Over the past three years, she had been completely obedient to me, and I thought she was finally moved by me.
But I didn't expect that a sharp sword was about to stab me and my mother.
I took a last look at Maria's WhatsApp, then looked at my mother who was crying.
During these three years, it was my willfulness that made my mother suffer.
A forced relationship would only make people suffer.