My Husband’s Family Domineering, Incompetent, and Hypocritical Chapter 2

The world around me sharpened into focus, and just as I was beginning to shake off the suffocating grip of death, Vincent stood firmly in my way.

"Megan, do you think we can't get by without your paycheck? How many times have I told you to quit your job and focus on being a proper housewife? Why won't you listen?"

Vincent's eyes blazed with anger as he blocked the doorway, his stubbornness evident. Amanda, standing beside me, was in tears, softly urging me to comply.

"Megan... Vincent's right. What kind of woman goes out to work and neglects her household duties?"

It was only when I saw this familiar scene unfold before me that the reality hit me—I had been reborn.

Even though my limbs still ached with lingering pain, I realized that being crushed by a truck was not just a nightmare; it had really happened.

Since my husband's surgery, Vincent and Amanda had moved in under the pretense of visiting their son. But to my dismay, they had been living with us for six long months. Despite my best efforts to care for them, Vincent constantly nitpicked my every move, even going so far as to create a set of absurd family rules.

He declared that I wouldn't be allowed to leave until I met his standards according to his ridiculous regulations.

The rules he set were outrageous! Everything revolved around serving Vincent and Amanda. I had to obey every command from the men in the house, and all decisions—big or small—had to be approved by them first.

He even insisted that, despite being married, I had to maintain a demure demeanor: no showing teeth when I smiled, no loud talking, always sitting up straight, dressing modestly, and taking on all household chores. Anytime I wanted to socialize, I had to report my plans in advance.

At first, I resisted these inhumane demands, but each time I tried to discuss it with Vincent, he would get so worked up that he'd end up in the hospital with his old ailments flaring up.

Before long, everyone blamed me for being ungrateful and disrespectful to my elders, claiming I was the reason Vincent and Amanda had to run to the hospital so often.

So, I swallowed my pride, repeatedly lowering my standards to appease them.

In my previous life, it was this very set of rules that had driven me to depression, leading me to take a walk one day, only to be struck by that truck.

This time, I wouldn't allow myself to repeat the same mistakes!

Seeing me standing there in silence, Amanda grabbed my arm, pulling me back from my thoughts.

"Megan, Vincent looks like he's about to faint! His health is already fragile. Do you really want to go against him right now? Are you really going to make me beg you?"

Her words sent a shiver through me, and I quickly steadied Amanda, who looked ready to collapse. I feigned a look of defeat, pretending to give in.

"Amanda, I won't go to the office anymore... I'll quit! I'll do it right now!"

But when Vincent heard this, his expression didn't soften. His piercing gaze searched mine through his glasses; suspicion etched on his face.

"Are you really sure you want to quit?"

I projected an air of submission as if I'd finally made this decision after a painful struggle.

"Yes! Your words have made me reconsider, and they make perfect sense. You're right! A woman should stay at home, devoted to taking care of you guys and being a good wife!"