Chapter 3

I dragged my suitcase, penniless, and I didn't even have my phone.

Gritting my teeth, I walked over ten miles, desperately stopping strangers to borrow a phone to call my parents.

But everyone I met either thought I was a scammer or looked at me with contempt.

"Your husband already posted a video, saying you quit your job after marriage and did nothing at home.”

“He's trying to help you regain independence, giving you money to work for a month.”

“And you? Instead of looking for a job, you're trying to run back to your parents to complain?"

I froze, my heart turning to ice.

Only then did I realize that as soon as I was kicked out, Brandon had already posted an update on a local social media platform.

The title was.

"Can't bear to see my powerhouse career woman wife turn into an entitled gold-digger. I gave her all the wedding funds, just hoping she'd go out and find a job to learn independence."

Below was a photo.

My back, holding a suitcase, walking out of the house.

I quickly explained that he hadn't given me any money, and I was penniless.

I resigned because I was unwell, and the doctor required bed rest, otherwise, I'd miscarry.

I begged netizens to help me clarify and contact my parents.

But before I could reach my parents, Brandon beat me to it.

He posted another "prenatal check-up report" online.

It stated, "Healthy, doctor recommends 'more exercise, avoid prolonged sitting at home'."

He even attached a video clip.

In the footage, he handed me a bank card, smiling, and said.

"Sera, all the wedding funds are right here."

I trembled with anger.

That prenatal check-up report wasn't mine at all, and that video-

He secretly filmed it when he first asked me to help him raise money!

He ended up taking that card back, saying he wanted to personally give it to my parents.

I still wanted to explain, but the comments section was already completely biased.

The internet was flooded with insults, calling me a liar, an entitled gold-digger, saying I was ungrateful.

Netizens contemptuously pushed me away, walking off without a backward glance.

With nowhere to turn for help, I could only grit my teeth and look for a job,

Thinking I'd earn some money, at least for a place to stay.

But no company would hire a woman eight months pregnant.

Finally, I found a cleaning job at a hotel.

But I didn't last a day. While mopping the bathroom, due to severe anemia, I collapsed by the cold toilet.

Blood flowed everywhere-Two lives, gone.

But this time, I wouldn't engage in any useless arguments with him.

I calmly gathered all my documents and bank cards, and made sure my phone was in hand.

Turning, I saw Chloe's gloating expression.

I sneered, pointing at her.

"You think I need to be independent, so you want to kick me out to find a job? Fine."

"Then you, who's been unemployed for two years, eating my food and drinking my drinks, should also get out and find a job."

As soon as my words fell, Chloe's face instantly twisted.

She immediately jumped up and shouted.

"What does it have to do with me?! I spend my brother's money, what business is it of yours? My brother hasn't said anything, who are you to tell me what to do!"

I spoke directly.

"This house was bought by me before marriage; your brother's name was only added after we got married."

"The money your brother spends on you is also community property. Every penny you spend, half of it is mine."

"Didn't you say you wanted independence? I, an eight-month pregnant woman, am being forced to be independent,

So why are you, a college graduate with hands and feet, still lying around at home?"

"Now, get the hell out!"