After My Son Called Me A Nanny, I Chose To Divorce

My son also came over and picked up the safety lock. “This is mine! Mom, you’re so mean! You stole Hughie’s things!”

Hughie burst into tears. Miranda said, “Regina, I don’t care if you take Hannibal’s things, but you can’t take the child’s things too.”

I sneered, “I bought all these things. What does Hannibal have to do with them?”

I pushed Nancy’s hand away and threw the gold and silver jewelry into my bag.

“You little bitch! Everyone, come and see! My daughter-in-law has been lazy and staying at home all day, relying on my son for support. Now she is trying to divorce him, taking his hard-earned money and stealing his jewelry! This is outrageous!”

The onlookers pointed and scorned me. “This daughter-in-law is so disgusting! Isn’t she just trying to rip off an honest family’s money?”

I sneered and pulled out my phone to show it. “Look carefully, I bought this bracelet six months ago with my own money. I also bought this safety lock with my own credit card! Of course, I’ll take the things I bought with my own money if I get divorced. Why should I leave them to you?”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “What do you mean by your money? You’re an unemployed housewife. Where does that come from? Your money is all given to you by my son! I’ve seen my son’s phone. He spends tens of thousands a month on his personal payments! And you dare to say it’s your money?”

I looked at Hannibal coldly. “Hannibal, honestly, tell your mother, have you ever given me your money? Do you spend your personal payments on me?”

“Of course…” Hannibal stopped mid-sentence, his face grim.

Yeah, he should have remembered that he hadn’t spent money on me in a long time.

When we first got married, he felt sorry for me because my parents had skimped on my life, so he gave me his paycheck to buy whatever I wanted. Later, my parents-in-law and I, both openly and covertly, took away his salary card several times.

But at that time, Hannibal still opened a 417 dollars bank account for me and let me use it secretly.

But a few days after Miranda returned, I suddenly discovered that payments were no longer working. I took Hannibal’s phone and found that another account had spent all the money on his card.

That account had an unlimited limit and the owner was Miranda.

I had a huge argument with Hannibal and forced him to close Miranda’s account.

Hysterically, tears welling up in my eyes, I asked him, “I’m your wife and you only gave me a 417 dollars limit. Who is Miranda to you? You opened a bank account with the highest limit!”

That night, Hannibal closed my account with a sullen face and slammed the door, leaving my parents-in-law with a cold look on their faces.

“If you think the limit is too low, then don’t use my money.”

For those two months, he took his parents and Miranda on vacation in Akso. Millions of dollars worth of lobsters and luxurious five-star hotels appeared on their social media feeds.

I sold my pre-wedding ring and jewelry, barely keeping Hughie from starving.

It wasn’t until Hughie fell ill and was hospitalized that the exorbitant surgery costs finally made me bow my head.

I kept calling, begging, apologizing and vowing never to spend Hannibal’s money again.

But all I got was a cold, blunt response from him. “It’s no use lying about your son. This time, I have to teach you a lesson, so you don’t become obsessed with money.”

I cried until all my tears dried up, begging shop owners one by one in the early morning light for a temporary job.

I never imagined this would become the catalyst for me to bravely leave the Chandler Family.