They were all stunned, before finally bursting into rage.
Ricardo’s nails were buried in my skin.
“Have you ever been nervous?
I married you to serve my parents and take care of my son. This is not a hotel where you can leave whenever you want.”
I looked at him coldly and shook his hand. My mother-in-law began to shout in her sharp voice:
“You want to go! Dianne, you’re such a bad daughter-in-law!
My son just arrived, but just because of a gift to read, are you going to let us go?”
He slumped on the bed and sighed.
Liza was quick to point out:
“Oh my gosh, you’re too much!
Do you know how hard it is to work abroad? You’ve been given a place to stay, and you’re going to be fine!”
My father-in-law, even though he wasn’t talking, just stood there looking at me badly.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. I nodded my head in Ricardo’s hand.
“You’ve got a scar on your face too, don’t you?”
“You fooled me with a freebie, you slapped me.
You haven’t sent me money for three years, and now you’re charging me more than 80,000 debts? “Where did your face come from?”
I turned to my mother-in-law who was acting out in bed:
“I’ve been serving you for years, I cook everything you want.
Have you heard me complain for 3 years?
“Did you say anything to defend me?”
My mother-in-law was silent, her crying suddenly stopped.
I looked straight at Ricardo, whose eyes were still squinting.
“Ricardo, let me tell you, I have finished my duty in this house in three years. I’m used to it.
From now on, whether you live or die, Dianne doesn’t care!”
When I said that, I walked out the door. I felt too light.
I pulled out my phone and made a phone call.
Mrs. Santos is a well-known kind old lady in our subdivision, and her son is one of the richest billionaires in the city (in Makati).
In the past, seeing me supporting my family on my own—taking care of my mother-in-law, doing housework, babysitting, and even working part time—she was impressed by my hard work. He asked me to be his housekeeper several times.
At the time, out of my appreciation for this family, I rejected him over and over again.
As soon as I hit the “call,” I heard Mrs. Santos’ soft voice.
“Hello, Dianne? Have you been called? Is there a problem?”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice in front of Ricardo who was watching:
“Your Excellency, you have already made an offer…” If you still need someone you can trust, I’m ready to take the job. It’s right now.”
“Are you serious, Dianne?” Oh, that’s right! My son had just returned from a business trip and we needed a partner at home. “I’m going to take you to the subway station right now.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, Richard nodded loudly. A laugh filled with ridicule.
“Housekeeper? Would you like to be a part of someone else’s life, and then be able to be who you are? Don’t expect me to chase you out the door!”
My sister-in-law Liza laughed as she looked at her nails:
“I wondered what a big time job it would be. If you’re going to clean up someone else’s, why don’t you just go ahead and clean up Mom’s? At least we are a family.”
“Family?” I looked at them with a mixture of disdain.
“In this family, I am the laundry, the cook, the nurse, and the outpatient of resentment. In this family, I don’t get paid, I don’t have any respect, and I’m even slapped. Mrs. O’Neill treated me like a maid, but she treated me like a human being. “I’m your wife, Ricardo, but you treat me worse than a dog.”
I was about to walk out when my father-in-law suddenly blocked the door. He had never spoken before, his voice low but commanding.
“Dianne, leave your bag behind. All of your belongings, including the clothes you wear, come from my son’s money. You’re not going to leave here with anything that belongs to the Sandovals.”
I faced him without fear.
“Dad, you may have forgotten. The money to buy your medicine, the electricity you enjoy now, and even the rice you will eat tonight—all of that came from my savings before I met your son. If you want a question, go ahead.”
I pulled out my bank statement on the phone.
“Ricardo, look at this. For 3 years, you have not sent any remittances. The total amount I spent for this family amounted to more than 2 million pesos including my work as a nurse for Mom. Would you like me to pay you $6,000? Let’s get rid of the two million you owe me!”
Richard was astonished. He took my phone and quickly reviewed the transactions. He turned pale.
“How… Where did you get that much money?”
“I’ve been doing online sales every morning while y’all are sleeping! I’ve been repacking my groceries while watching your Mom! While you’re having fun with your secretary abroad, I’m the one who commits suicide to work so you don’t starve!”
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and our son, Toby, came out, crying.
“Mom! Don’t leave! “Daddy, why did you hurt my mother?”
He was about to come close to me, but Ricardo grabbed the boy’s arm.
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