After My Wife Cheated On Me,She Even Took Our Whole Family To Court

But Hannah didn't care at all. She shook me off forcefully, shouting, "Fuck off!"

She swung a slap at me, and I quickly dodged, reaching out to grab her again. Unexpectedly, her face lurched forward and collided with my hand.

Hannah instantly exploded. "Ouch! You actually dared to hit me? I'll fight you to the death!"

She screamed like a madwoman and threw herself at me.

She clawed and hit me with such rage that if she had a knife, I knew she would have stabbed me without hesitation.

My parents, startled by the noise, rushed out of their room.

My Dad stormed in, shouting at me, "Matthew, what do you think you're doing? Let her go!"

He rushed over, trying to pull me off and wedge himself between me and Hannah to shield her.

My mom, equally furious, joined in, yelling, "Why haven't you let go yet? Are you trying to kill your father with stress?"

I did want to let her go.

But Hannah was relentlessly attacking me, paying no mind to my Dad trying to separate us.

In the chaos, as my Dad pushed me aside, Hannah, whether by accident or on purpose, suddenly slapped him across the face.

Everyone froze in shock.

"Hannah! Are you out of your mind?!"

I roared, ready to pounce on her again.

But my Dad barked at me, "Get back!"

Startled, I stopped in my tracks. My Dad turned to Hannah and pleaded softly, "Hannah, please stop. Don't be angry anymore. I'm begging you."

Hannah stood there with her neck stiff, her cheeks puffed out in rage. She showed no guilt whatsoever for having hit my Dad.

Still glaring at me, she shouted at my Dad, "Fine, then slap him twice for me, and I'll calm down!"

My Dad glanced at me with an angry glare but continued to speak softly to Hannah, "Hannah, he's your husband. How can a couple fight so bitterly over every little thing? You should..."

"I knew it. You're all on his side! I'm just an outsider here!" Hannah screamed.

My Dad quickly tried to reassure her, "Of course not, Hannah! Every time you two fight, haven't I always taken your side? We..."

"Enough! I don't want to hear it! All of you, get out!" Hannah suddenly shoved my Dad, stormed off to the bedroom, and slammed the door behind her.

My Dad nearly fell to the ground, but luckily, my mom and I caught him in time.

Still, he didn't give me a break. He glared at me angrily, shook off my hand, and spat, "This is all your fault!"

I looked to my mom for support, but all she said was, "Stop upsetting your father," before walking away.

I couldn't understand what I had done wrong.

In the following days, I did my best to avoid Hannah. I didn't engage with her, hoping that keeping my distance would avoid any further conflicts.

But strangely, even though we weren't arguing and I wasn't stressing out my Dad, he continued to frequently clutch his chest in pain, his face twisting as if someone was physically ripping his heart out.

Whether we were eating, taking a walk, or just sitting around watching TV, my Dad would suddenly be overtaken by sharp pain, his forehead breaking out in sweat. Watching him suffer tore at my heart.

Then, one evening, during dinner, it happened again. My Dad clutched his chest, his face contorting in agony, every muscle in his face tightening in pain.

I quickly said, "Dad, maybe we should go to the hospital. This is serious."

His hand trembled as he tried to hold his fork, his head dropping onto the table. "It's... nothing... I just ate too quickly. Give me a moment and I'll..."

My mom was beside him, gently massaging his chest, but it didn't help at all.

Worried, I insisted, "You're clearly in pain. We need to get you to the hospital now!"

Suddenly, Hannah slammed her fork down and yelled at me, "Will you shut up already? Your Dad said he just needs a minute, and here you are, nagging! Can we not have a peaceful meal?!"