After My Husband Faked Bankruptcy to Abandon Me

I skirted around Mae as Hayes entered from outside, pulling my suitcase behind me.

Upon seeing us, he asked eagerly, "Is everyone outside gone? Did you sort it out?"

Mae snapped bitterly, "Your darling daughter-in-law is working hand-in-hand with those people to bring a lawsuit against our son. Of course, they're delighted!"

Hayes was incredulous. "What?! Lawsuit against our son? What's the basis?"

I couldn't help but let out a cynical laugh. "You want to know the basis? Simple: your son took off with their money!"

Confronted by my blunt declaration of the facts, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Mae immediately shifted to play the victim, protesting, "How dare you talk such nonsense! Our son has vanished into thin air, and here you are making heartless comments. Have you no compassion?"

I scoffed, "It's a shame you both missed your calling as actors."

Turning to Hayes, I remarked icily, "So concerned about your son, yet you find time for games and coffee breaks. Can't tell if you're calm under pressure or just have nerves of steel."

Hayes quickly refuted, "Did you see me playing chess and sipping coffee with your own eyes? I was at the police station asking for updates on Jayson!"

I rolled my suitcase to the doorway, giving Hayes a pointed look.

"Then the station must serve terrific coffee since you left with evidence of your enjoyment still on your lips."

In a fluster, Hayes wiped his mouth as Mae shot him a look full of disappointment and anger.

Dismissing the drama behind me, I walked away from this nest of vipers without a backward glance.

Mae pursued me, shouting furiously, "Theodora, don't think you can simply walk away from this! You can run, but you can't hide!"

I shrugged off her wrath, unconcerned about them chasing me down. After all, creditors had been prowling around the neighborhood for days.

Arriving at my parents' home with my suitcase, I could read the worry on their faces.

"Mom, there's no need to fret. I've distanced myself from Jayson's mess. I promise I'll be alright."

My mom exhaled deeply, anxiety threading her voice. "Those creditors stormed into our shop like wolves, scaring me half to death. You and Jayson are married. How can you say it has nothing to do with you?"

"I've already spoken with a lawyer. As long as I can demonstrate that his debts were racked up without my knowledge and weren't for household expenses, I won't be held liable."

My mom looked unconvinced. "Really?"

I reassured her with certainty, "Really. Do I seem like someone with something to hide?"

My dad joined in, trying to ease her worries, concerned about her health.

Two years back, when my mom was critically ill, Jayson was there for everything, his attentiveness swaying me into accepting his proposal.

After our marriage, following his advice, I quit my job to start our family, cared for his parents, and managed our home.

Little did I realize, his interest lay solely in our family's prospects and my accommodating personality, seeking a convenient spouse.

Perhaps his heart was never fully mine, and when the company floundered, he turned to this opportunistic scheme.