My husband demanded a divorce when I became disabled & My MIL kicked me out! But suddenly…

Disability, Betrayal, and Vengeance

Overwhelmed by the intense agony, I groaned, unable to move. Crawling towards my smartphone, I dialed for an ambulance as darkness threatened to engulf me.

“Mom, where am I?” Eric’s voice brought me back when I woke up. I lay in the hospital bed, my head spinning and my body aching all over.

A nurse quickly came to my aid and called a doctor. Seeing my anxious state, they explained what had happened.

“It’s okay; you’ll gradually recover,” the nurse assured me.

“Yes, thank you,” I managed, trying to absorb the news.

“It’s good that your life isn’t in danger,” the doctor added. However, the results of the subsequent examination shocked me deeply.

The fall had caused spinal cord damage, making it difficult for me to walk. I was informed that I would need a wheelchair, and my life would change drastically.

After being discharged, life at home proved more challenging than I had anticipated. I realized I couldn’t manage household chores, childcare, or even take care of myself alone.

At the suggestion of my in-laws, I decided to live with them for a while, since I couldn’t rely on Dennis for help with Eric. There, too, I had no choice but to lean on their kindness.

They must have been suspicious of Dennis’s absence despite my condition. I knew I had to tell them the truth soon.

Just as I contemplated this, the front door of my in-law’s house swung open with a loud noise.

“Dennis, where have you been?” they demanded, their voices filled with concern and a hint of suspicion.

As Dennis stepped into the room, my mother-in-law’s voice trembled with anger. “How can you be so heartless when Patricia is in such a condition?” she scolded, staring him down as he glanced at me in the wheelchair.

“So she’s really in a wheelchair, huh?” Dennis scoffed, looking at me dismissively.

“A useless woman who can’t do household chores or take care of a child is of no use to me. Hurry up and divorce me and pay me compensation for all the trouble,” he coldly stated.

“How can you say such a thing to Patricia?” my father-in-law interjected, visibly shocked by Dennis’s cruel words.

“It’s okay, Mom, Dad,” I murmured weakly, feeling the weight of Dennis’s callousness wash over me.

The room fell silent with tension.

“Patricia, let’s get a divorce,” Dennis declared emotionlessly.

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, Father and Mother,” I said, grieving the end of what had once promised to be a loving marriage.

Surprisingly, his cruel words didn’t sting as much as I thought they would; they simply confirmed that my love for him had completely faded.

Contrary to everyone’s surprise, Dennis seemed oddly cheerful about the situation.

“Now that you understand, I can freely marry Emma,” he remarked casually, as if discussing something as trivial as the weather.

“Dennis, were you seeing another woman?” my father-in-law asked, his tone sharpened by betrayal.

“Yeah, so what? What’s the big deal?” Dennis shrugged, unabashed.

“Patricia is boring, not particularly cute, and can’t handle housework or childcare properly,” he continued.

“How can you say that? Patricia has been trying so hard with the housework and raising Eric,” my mother-in-law exclaimed, shocked.

“Yeah, whatever,” Dennis dismissed, his tone callous.

“Anyway, I’ve decided to be with Emma. Dad, it’s time to hand over the company to me. You’re getting old,” he demanded.

“Nonsense! I won’t let someone like you take over the company,” my father-in-law retorted firmly.

“Fine. Just send me the divorce papers by mail, okay?” Dennis concluded nonchalantly.