Helping My Mother-in-Law Divorce Successfully

This night was destined to be a sleepless night because Ryan said he had something to do at the company and didn't come home.

I looked at my clueless husband and my worried mother-in-law and sighed.

"Linda, let's sleep together tonight and chat."

"Okay, okay."

Adrian was confused.

He didn't know when his wife became so close to his mother.

"Baby, I'm afraid to sleep alone."

Snap.

Linda roared.

"You're a grown-up, but you still act like a child. I don't know why Mia likes you."

I touched Adrian's head to comfort him.

"I guess Linda doesn't like any man now. She is venting her anger."

It was my first time sleeping with Linda. I was so excited.

Although I didn't mind her bad temper, I'd seize this opportunity to make our relationship better.

"When Ryan and I first got married, he had nothing. He even rented a house. We worked hard together, getting up early and going to bed late. Those days were hard, but we were very happy...

"Then life gradually got better. He told me that I had worked hard and asked me to enjoy myself at home. But how could him change..."

I looked at Linda's crying and twitching back without saying a word.

I just patted her shoulders like my mother did when I was a child to coax me to sleep.

There was some truth in the saying that men became bad when they had money.

Ryan was a gentleman in his 40s who had a good figure and money.

There were so many young girls coming to him every day that he would make mistakes if he couldn't control himself.

But I hated it when men cheat.

Because that was how my dad left my mom alone.

I looked at Linda who fell asleep while crying in my arms, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Linda, don't worry. I will help you."

The next morning, at around 6 o'clock, Linda took me out of the house stealthily.

"Linda, where are you taking me? And we dressed like this."

I saw that we were both wearing black clothes, black pants, black sunglasses and a scarf. We were like stars.

"I found the addresses of those women. Let's go check them out first."

"Linda, we can just find someone. We don't have to..."

We didn't have to do this ourselves. The words I hadn't said yet were drowned out by her frightened yet stubborn eyes.

She actually just wanted to give up.

It was not so easy for her to let go of decades of marriage.

"Okay, I have nothing to do today. I'll go with you."

That day we visited more than 30 neighborhoods and secretly observed more than 20 women.

They had different looks and types.

Some of them even had boyfriends. I didn't understand Ryan's aesthetic taste.

But as I watched Linda become more and more silent, I didn't know how to comfort her.

I had no choice but to take her to the mall, hoping to divert her attention.

"Linda, let's go shopping."

"Okay."

I sighed inwardly as I watched Linda frequently getting distracted while picking clothes. I was not good at emotional matters.

...

It had been three days since our last survey. Linda had not gone out during these days.

Her mood was bad.

I decided to find something for her to do.

I took Linda out of bed early in the morning. Looking at her eyes, I knew that she did not sleep well yesterday.

It was because Ryan hadn't come home these days...

"Mia, what did you ask the stylist to do?"

Linda, who had not yet woken up, spoke with a nasal voice, soft like a little girl.

So cute!

"Of course we're dressing up. We're going to the company today to stake our claim."

"No, that's not good. Ryan told me to go to the company, saying that it has a bad influence."

She had been doing this all along, managing all the matters at home.

She seldom went to the company. And people in her own company hardly knew her.

"Linda, don't you want to investigate this?"

"I want to, but..."

Looking at my hesitant mother-in-law, I took out my trump card.

"Linda, if Ryan really cheated on you, do you want everyone else to take away everything that Adrian has?"

"No! No one is allowed to take Adrian's things!"

Sure enough, I knew that the mother would not be able to bear the mention of the possibility of her son being bullied.

"Humph! As the hostess, I could go to the company. Come in and put on my makeup so that it will amaze everyone."

I was also very pleased to see Linda cheering up.

There was nothing I could do if she rejected me.

Ding!

I frowned as I looked at the message on my phone. Ryan was really a scumbag!