In the End-time Sandstorm, I Buried My Mother-in-law's Family in the Sand

With only five days left before the world ended, I needed to get away from this family and stockpile supplies as quickly as I could. I made a silent promise to myself.

Soon enough, I heard my mother-in-law’s voice from outside, “Sophia, clean up the table and the kitchen.”

I opened the door to see my husband and mother-in-law lounging on the couch, watching TV. My husband was texting his lover, saying, “Miss you so much, baby. It’s been a whole day.”

From the phone came a reply, “I miss you too, Luther.”

The dining table was a disaster, with food scraps scattered on the floor.

They really saw me as nothing more than a maid and seeing my husband’s smug face made me want to puke.

Old memories flooded back. When he was wooing me, he had been just as deceitful.

He once made a big show with 999 paper roses and showed me his hands cut by the sharp edges of the paper.

I was so touched at the time that I agreed to marry him.

Despite his family’s poverty, he had taken good care of me, providing for me and covering my needs.

If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have married him, ignoring my parents’ warnings and moving so far away.

I earned a good salary and paid for all our expenses myself, while he never contributed any of his 3,000-dollar paychecks.

I covered everything, including food, money, and resources, while he pretended to be polite. But ever since I couldn’t get pregnant, he’d been treating me like a servant.

In the face of the apocalypse, he even suggested that I was wasting resources and should be the first to go.