I Never Want Your Love Again1
On a cold winter night, a car skidded out of control and hit my mom's Hamburg stall.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mom was already on the verge of death.
"Queenie, I won't be able to see my precious grandson being born, and I won't be able to take care of your child anymore..."
Before my mom could finish her sentence, she took her last breath.
I was heartbroken and called my husband more than ten times.
When he finally answered the phone, I cried and told him about my mom's car accident and death.
But he impatiently said, "Queenie Chilton, have you finished? You said you were pregnant a while ago, and now you're saying your mom died in a car accident. You're really trying hard to find excuses to make me come back."
Then, I heard his mistress's sweet voice on the other end of the phone, "Queenie, I've got a stomach tonight, Wilson Williams brought me to the hospital. So, you don't need to make up such excuses to ask him to go back. By the way, why are you cursing your own mother like that?"
I wiped away my tears and said coldly, "Tell him that I'm waiting for him to come back so we can get a divorce. Then I'll give you, the mistress of the Williams, this position as Mrs. Williams!"
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I handled my mom's funeral affairs alone, and then went to the hospital alone to have an abortion.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed.
My mother's biggest wish for me and Williams was to have a child.
But unexpectedly, my mother had passed away just two months after I got pregnant!
I dragged my tired body home with my mother's ashes and my miscarriage report.
At that moment, all I could think of was divorcing Williams.
On the third day after I returned home, Williams came back.
He looked tired and threw his suit jacket directly on the sofa, lying down on the sofa and ordered, "Hurry up and cook, I'm hungry now! Also, wash my clothes. I haven't changed them for a few days, and they're a bit dirty!"
If it were before, I would have already prepared the meal for him and washed his clothes without him asking.
He used to say that he liked the food I cooked the most, and no matter how good and delicious the outside food was, it couldn't compare to the deliciousness of my cooking.
My mother used to say that if I wanted to capture a man's heart, I had to capture his stomach, and I used to firmly believe in this.