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My Mother-in-Law Charged My Mom Rent,So I Demolished Her House
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The day I gave birth, my mother rode eighteen hours on a hard-seat train from our hometown just to take care of me during postpartum recovery. In one month, she lost ten pounds from exhaustion alone. ...
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第1章
The day I gave birth, my mother rode eighteen hours on a hard-seat train from our hometown just to take care of me during postpartum recovery.
In one month, she lost ten pounds from exhaustion alone.
The moment my recovery ended, my mother-in-law walked through the door wheeling a suitcase behind her.
"Mrs. Henson, Prudence Henson is done with her postpartum recovery now, so it's time for you to head home. I'll be moving back in."
"Oh, and by the way, you stayed in my house for thirty days. That's three hundred a night for lodging and two hundred a day for utilities. You owe us fifteen thousand total. Cash or transfer?"
My mother froze, completely at a loss for words.
I stared at my mother-in-law in disbelief.
"The second I gave birth, you took off on vacation. My mother dropped everything and traveled all the way here to take care of me around the clock. She even paid for groceries out of her own pocket. And now you're charging her rent?"
Cornelia James didn't flinch.
"One thing's got nothing to do with the other. Your mother taking care of you is her job. But she stayed under my roof, so she pays."
I turned to my husband, certain he'd say something fair.
Instead, Seth James put on his most reasonable voice.
"Even brothers settle their debts. Your mother's an outsider. She should've expected to pay."
I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I transferred fifteen thousand dollars to them right then and there.
But that money wasn't for lodging.
It was tuition.
For a lesson they'd never forget.
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The day I had the baby, Cornelia had shown up at the hospital with her suitcase already packed.
She recorded a short video of the baby, sent it to her group chat so her friends could fawn over her brand-new grandson.
Then she turned to me without missing a beat.
"Prudence, I made plans with the girls to go on a trip today. You and Seth will have to manage the baby on your own."
"I'll bring you back a souvenir."
I almost thought I'd heard her wrong.
Because ever since I married Seth, Cornelia had hounded me about having a baby. She swore up and down that all I had to do was give birth. With her around, I wouldn't have to lift a finger.
I believed her.
And what did I get?
The baby was barely out of me before she was on her way to the airport.
I opened my mouth to say something, but she was already wheeling her suitcase toward the door, not a backward glance.
When my mother heard that no one was looking after me, she bought the earliest train ticket she could find that same night and sat on a hard seat for eighteen straight hours to reach the hospital.
The moment she saw me lying in that bed, the incision from my C-section still seeping through the bandages, her eyes went red.
"Sweetheart, don't you worry. Mama's here. I'll take care of you and the baby."
And she meant every word.
During those days in the hospital, she fed the baby, changed diapers, and looked after me all at once.
Every time I needed the bathroom, she'd hold me steady with one arm while carefully lifting the IV bag with the other.
She was a small woman. Every time she raised that bag, she had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch her arm as high as it would go, terrified the blood might flow back into the line.
After discharge, the real recovery began.
Every morning before dawn, while I was still sleeping, my mother was already up making soup.
By the time the sun rose, she'd have the baby rocked back to sleep before heading out to buy groceries and cook.
My mother had been frugal her entire life. When she was home alone, she wouldn't even buy meat for herself.
But for me, every single meal had the best fish and the best cuts she could find. When I tried to give her money for food, she flat-out refused.
After I finished eating, she'd scrape together whatever was left on the plates, eat a few quick bites, then go right back to the laundry, the cooking, the feeding, the diaper changes.
At night, she carried the baby into her own room so the crying wouldn't wake me.
For thirty days straight, she never took a single day off. She never slept through a single night.
第2章
Watching her grow thinner by the day from sheer exhaustion, I couldn't bear it anymore. I suggested she take a break and let me hire a postpartum nurse instead.
What did Seth say at the time?
"Do you know how expensive those nurses are? Besides, your mom is family. She'll take better care of you and the baby than some stranger ever could."
And now?
Now that they were demanding my mother pay for her stay, suddenly she was a stranger.
Seeing my mother frozen in place, Cornelia frowned, her tone sharpening with impatience:
"Mrs. Henson, just hand over the money and be on your way. We still need to call in a cleaning crew for a deep clean. The whole house needs to be disinfected."
My mother's face went rigid. "Disin... fected?"
Seth jumped in to explain:
"Mom, our family has standards. We like things clean. You're from the countryside, after all. There are so many germs in those villages. It wouldn't be good if any of that lingered in the house."
"This past month, my mother was away traveling, so we had no choice. But once you're back in the village this time, unless there's something important, it's probably best you don't come again."
My mother's head snapped toward Seth.
Something clicked into place.
I couldn't stop myself from asking him:
"So that's the real reason you didn't come home this entire month?"
The whole month my mother had been here taking care of me during my postpartum recovery.
Seth hadn't come home once.
Whenever I asked why, he said either that work was busy or that he was afraid coming home too late would disturb me and the baby.
It wasn't until today, the day my recovery period ended, that he walked through the door right behind his mother.
I'd never thought twice about it.
My mother had even worried that Seth was overworking himself. She kept offering to stew chicken soup and deliver it to his office.
Every time, he refused. Said he didn't like chicken soup.
But the truth was, it had nothing to do with chicken soup. Nothing to do with being too busy to come home.
He simply couldn't stand being around my mother.
How pathetic was that?
My mother was known in our village for keeping a spotless house. For as long as I could remember, our home was immaculate.
During this month in the city taking care of me, she'd mopped the floors every single day until they gleamed like mirrors.
But in Seth and Cornelia's mouths, she was something dirty that needed to be sanitized.
I was about to speak up for her when she tugged at my sleeve first, whispering:
"Prudence, it's fine. I'll pay and go."
"Don't make trouble on my account. Please."
Her voice trembled as she said it.
I knew what that trembling meant. She was afraid.
Afraid I'd be put in a difficult position. Afraid I'd suffer because of her. Afraid that if I turned on my in-laws, my life in this house would become unbearable.
She was always like this. Always thinking of me first.
Even after being humiliated this badly, the only person on her mind was me.
I looked down at her hands, the calluses thick and rough across her palms.
I thought about the month she'd spent working around the clock without a single day of rest.
The ten pounds she'd lost, her frame shrinking until her clothes hung loose.
The way she'd stood on tiptoe, holding my IV bag above her head so she could walk me to the bathroom.
Then I looked at Cornelia, standing there like she owned the world.
I thought about the day I gave birth, how she'd wheeled her suitcase out the door without a backward glance.
The vacation photos she'd posted on social media all month, beaming in every single one.
Seth's words echoing in my head: "Your mom is an outsider."
And just like that, something inside me went still.
"Fine."
"I'll pay on my mother's behalf."
I pulled out my phone, ready to transfer the money.
Cornelia's brow creased immediately:
"Absolutely not. You're a James family wife. Your money is James family money."
第3章
"This is money your mother owes us. If anyone's paying, it should be her."
My mother grabbed my hand, fumbling for her own phone, her voice gentle and quick:
"Prudence, I have the money. Let me pay. It's fine."
I slipped her phone back into her pocket, then turned to Cornelia, my voice flat and cold:
"Seth and I have always kept our finances separate. What's mine is mine."
"Today, either I pay this fifteen thousand on my mother's behalf, or you don't see a single cent."
Cornelia glanced at Seth, looking for his answer.
He nodded. Said nothing.
Only then did Cornelia wave her hand, granting permission like she was doing us a favor:
"Fine, fine. Since you gave the James family a son, we'll let it slide this once."
I transferred fifteen thousand dollars to Cornelia on the spot.
The moment the money hit her account, she and Seth were grinning ear to ear.
What they didn't know was that the fifteen thousand wasn't a lodging fee.
It was a lesson.
One they would never forget.
With the money in hand, Cornelia called a cleaning crew right away.
My mother said nothing. She went quietly into the bedroom and started packing her things.
I followed her in and found her in the far corner, wiping her eyes where no one could see.
The second she noticed me, she dried her tears like a child caught doing something wrong.
Then she carried on packing, as if nothing had happened.
That was my mother.
She couldn't even cry without hiding it, terrified I'd worry.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her.
"Mom, don't cry."
"You've already shed too many tears for me in this life."
My father died young.
She raised me alone.
When I was seven, I got so sick no hospital would take me. My mother held me in her arms and knelt in front of a doctor, sobbing, begging him to save me.
In the end, he agreed to try.
For weeks I hovered at death's door. She lived every hour in terror, her face never dry, afraid each breath I took would be my last.
I swore to myself then that I would never make my mother cry again.
And here I was, breaking that promise.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand and sniffed:
"Prudence, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm useless, and now you can't even hold your head up in this house."
I shook my head, looked her straight in the eye:
"Mom, you are the best mother in the world. I mean that."
"Trust me. This isn't over."
She searched my face, her eyes full of worry:
"Prudence, please don't pick a fight with them. I'm scared you'll be the one who gets hurt."
I smoothed the wisps of gray hair from her forehead and kept my voice low:
"Mom, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
She looked at me, her lips parted like she wanted to say more, but in the end she stayed silent.
When the bags were packed, we walked out together.
The cleaning crew had already arrived.
Two women in blue uniforms, masks on, rubber gloves pulled tight, were hauling disinfection equipment through the front door.
Cornelia stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, barking orders:
"I want every inch of this place sanitized."
"Especially the guest room. Spray it down multiple times. Throw out all the sheets and bedding."
Seth chimed in from beside her:
"Right, and the kitchen too. Get rid of all the pots and pans."
My mother's steps faltered.
The guest room was where she had slept for the past month. She washed those sheets every week and folded them with care.
The kitchen was where she had spent most of her time. Every pot and pan had been scrubbed until it shone.
第4章
But in Cornelia's eyes, and in Seth's, everything my mother had touched was filthier than garbage.
Mom let out a quiet sigh, said nothing, and walked out of the house without a word.
I took her to the train station and watched her board.
It wasn't that I didn't want her to stay. It was that this miserable excuse for a home didn't deserve another second of her presence.
After seeing her off, I came back to find the cleaners had already finished their deep sanitization.
Everything connected to my mother had been thrown away. Every last trace.
Cornelia stood with her hands on her hips, surveying the house room by room, then gave a satisfied nod.
"Much better. Now this place actually looks livable."
That night, I held my baby and listened to Seth snoring beside me. I didn't sleep at all.
The next morning, Cornelia knocked on my bedroom door.
I looked up. She stood in the doorway wearing an elaborate dress, barking orders like a queen addressing her servant.
"Prudence, I've been on vacation for a whole month and my skin is a wreck. Seth's going to drive me to a spa appointment. You stay home with the baby, make sure dinner's ready by the time we get back."
"Oh, and my suitcase is full of dirty clothes from the trip. Go through it and hand-wash everything."
"You're done with your postpartum recovery, so no more lounging around."
Seth woke up from the noise. He didn't protest. He just got out of bed, pulled on his clothes, and said without looking at me:
"Mom's right. You've had a whole month of being waited on hand and foot. Time to pull your weight."
I looked at the two of them and nodded.
"Fine."
My quick compliance put a gleam of satisfaction in Cornelia's eyes.
Like a trainer who'd finally broken a wild horse, she straightened her back and swept out the door.
Seth looked at me with an approving smile. "Babe, I knew it. You've always been the sensible one."
He stepped closer, leaning in to kiss my forehead.
I turned my head away. "You'd better go. Your mom's waiting."
Seth blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, but he didn't think much of it. He washed up and left with Cornelia.
The front door clicked shut. I looked down at the baby sleeping in my arms.
Then I dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time.
"I need you to do something for me."
After I finished giving instructions, I got up and packed a quick bag.
Then I took my son and headed home. My real home.
On the train, I saw that Cornelia had posted on social media.
A selfie at the spa, with the caption:
"The good life starts now."
I tapped the like button.
Sure.
Your "good life" was just getting started, all right.
A few hours later, I arrived at my hometown with my son.
The moment I walked through the door, Cornelia called. Her voice was frantic.
"Prudence, where are you? Something terrible happened at the house!"