It seemed that my dad didn't want his plan to fail, so he insisted on taking photos of my mom and Silvia before we left, but Silvia refused to go to the cliff.
The trip didn’t let my dad didn't get what he wanted. He would definitely find another chance.
Now the only way I could get my dad to drop his plan was to get him to stop being the beneficiary of the insurance.
After dinner, my dad secretly went to Silvia's house.
My grandma began to scold my mom after she was full, "Useless! If you can't give birth to a son, get a divorce. You are not welcome here!"
My grandma didn't like me either. She always said that I had stolen her precious grandson's place.
To hide from the chaos, I sneaked out.
When I came back, I told my mom after I exaggerated what I saw.
"Mom, I saw my dad hugging Aunt Silvia at her place."
Of course, my mom didn't believe it. In her perception, although my dad hadn't been a model husband, he had treated her pretty well.
Silvia was her best friend. Although she was a little open-minded, she treated my mom quite well.
But because I had never lied, my mom became suspicious.