Chapter 1

Eight months pregnant, my husband kicked me out of the house.

My husband shamed me for quitting my career - the one I’d earned with my master’s degree - after I got pregnant. He accused me of doing nothing but lying around on my phone all day.

"What kind of mother will you be if this is the example you set?”

"I'm helping you get back to your career, helping you find your worth again."

Then he posted a photo of my retreating back, suitcase in hand. Caption, "Helping my wife get back into the workforce!"

Comments poured in. "A husband who supports female independence is a good husband."

I tried to explain that severe anemia during pregnancy made it impossible to work. My doctor had ordered bed rest.

But he posted a prenatal check-up report, showing everything was normal.

Netizens called me “a lazy liar,” “a manipulative gold-digger.”

No company dared to hire an eight-month pregnant woman.

I could only find a temporary cleaning job, hoping to survive until my due date.

Then one day, while mopping a restroom floor, my anemia finally took me. I collapsed headfirst against the toilet rim. Blood painted the tiles - two lives, gone in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment he locked me out.

He smiled encouragingly, "Sera, as long as you work for a full month, I'll immediately take you to a postpartum care center!"

I smiled and nodded. As soon as he closed the door, I hailed a cab and went straight back to my parents' place.

You don't want me to be a housewife?

Then you, this gold-digging freeloader who's been feeding from my family's pocket all these years, won't taste another crumb.