About the money, I’ve made a decision. We’ll divide it between my mom and me. This decision came shortly after my father’s funeral.

Jack had gone through the inheritance documents without asking permission and said to me, “Kelly, don’t be too greedy. Oh, finally, I can quit my job. I have to thank that doddering old man.”

“Doddering old man?

Are you talking about my dad?” I blurted out without thinking. Ignoring my confusion, Jack and my mother-in-law enthusiastically discussed plans to buy a new car and go shopping. Faced with this unexpected turn of events, I could no longer contain my emotions.

I was on the brink of exploding. I had been burdened with household chores, asked for money constantly, and to top it off, they had insulted my father. I didn’t want to live with Jack and my mother-in-law anymore.

Suppressing my anger, I forced a smile and replied, “Sure, feel free to use the money as you and my mother-in-law please.”

I am Kelly Cohan, a 38-year-old housewife who also worked alongside my husband. My parents were doctors who ran a well-reputed clinic in our hometown. As an only child, I was showered with love.

After graduating from the school of pharmacy, I secured a job at a major pharmaceutical company. Although my parents were disappointed that I didn’t become a doctor, they respected my decision. Ten years ago, my mother unexpectedly died in an accident, leaving me and my father devastated.

During those difficult times, Jack, who was then my boyfriend, supported me. We met through a mutual friend, and two years after my mother’s passing, Jack proposed. Jack was an ordinary salaryman in the food and beverage industry.

Despite earning significantly more than him, I believed we could overcome any difficulty and become a happy couple. My father was overjoyed when I told him about our engagement. “I’ve heard how Jack supported you, Kelly.

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About the money, I’ve made a decision. We’ll divide it between my mom and me. This decision came shortly after my father’s funeral.

Jack had gone through the inheritance documents without asking permission and said to me, “Kelly, don’t be too greedy. Oh, finally, I can quit my job. I have to thank that doddering old man.”

“Doddering old man?

Are you talking about my dad?” I blurted out without thinking. Ignoring my confusion, Jack and my mother-in-law enthusiastically discussed plans to buy a new car and go shopping. Faced with this unexpected turn of events, I could no longer contain my emotions.

I was on the brink of exploding. I had been burdened with household chores, asked for money constantly, and to top it off, they had insulted my father. I didn’t want to live with Jack and my mother-in-law anymore.

Suppressing my anger, I forced a smile and replied, “Sure, feel free to use the money as you and my mother-in-law please.”

I am Kelly Cohan, a 38-year-old housewife who also worked alongside my husband. My parents were doctors who ran a well-reputed clinic in our hometown. As an only child, I was showered with love.

After graduating from the school of pharmacy, I secured a job at a major pharmaceutical company. Although my parents were disappointed that I didn’t become a doctor, they respected my decision. Ten years ago, my mother unexpectedly died in an accident, leaving me and my father devastated.

During those difficult times, Jack, who was then my boyfriend, supported me. We met through a mutual friend, and two years after my mother’s passing, Jack proposed. Jack was an ordinary salaryman in the food and beverage industry.

Despite earning significantly more than him, I believed we could overcome any difficulty and become a happy couple. My father was overjoyed when I told him about our engagement. “I’ve heard how Jack supported you, Kelly.