Husband Learns Yoga From His Female Neighbor

The room instantly fell silent.

My husband glared at me and quickly found an excuse. "My wife doesn't understand tea. This is black tea, not green tea."

I laughed.

My husband didn't even recognize green tea and yet he talked about tea.

In this life, I didn't intend to let myself be wronged. I got up and left.

Neither my husband nor my son followed me.

I heard my husband say behind me, "Don't care about her. She's going through menopause. An aging woman like her can't be compared to a young woman like you. Jennifer, how much do you charge for your classes?"

In my previous life, since they knew Jennifer, my son and husband wore yoga pants every day, whether at home or going out.

I felt disgusted and asked them to restrain themselves.

My husband Eric said, "You don't understand modern aesthetics at all. The pants are lightweight, thin, and beautiful. They are much better than the ugly clothes you bought for me."

Well, beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

At the end of the month, when I transferred the maintenance to my parents-in-law, I found that 40,000 dollars was missing from the bank card.

I asked Eric what happened.

He said, "Don't clothes cost money? Yoga pants cost 2,000 dollars each. I bought ten of them for both our son and myself."

I immediately got angry, "I don't even spend 2,000 dollars on clothes in a year. Your parents' maintenance and our son's monthly tuition fees both need money! Do you know how long it takes for us to save 40,000 dollars? Six months!"

I knew very well that no yoga pants would be worth 2,000 dollars.

I wanted to go to Jennifer for a refund, but Eric said that all the pants had been worn.

"Don't make a fuss. We are neighbors. We've already bought them, and it's not like we can't wear them. I can just earn more money in the future and make up for it."

He begged me humbly, washed my feet, and massaged me to appease me.

I'd already learned my lesson with 40,000 dollars.

Little did I know, he paid another 20,000 dollars for private lessons for our son!

By the time I realized it, my son was firmly on his side.

"Aren't my hobbies more important than money? Mom, do you really love me?"

I needed to finish all the chores and 1,000 Uber orders to earn 20,000 dollars.

In my previous life, I reluctantly agreed, only to see them become even more excessive.

I worked hard and sacrifice for this family, so I couldn't just watch them squander my money.

After leaving Jennifer's place, I immediately found all the passbooks and bank cards.

I now only wanted to protect myself, not this family.

According to the memory of my previous life, I already had a malignant tumor in my stomach and needed to go to the hospital for treatment immediately.

I took a taxi to the hospital, arranged all the examinations, and set the date for the surgery on the spot.

I came home late at midnight, and there was only my son at home.

He stayed up, eating fried chicken and playing games.

I asked him, "Where did your dad go?"

He pointed upstairs and continued watching cartoons.

My husband was still at Jennifer's place.

I frowned and asked, "Has he been staying upstairs all the time?"

My son impatiently replied, "You're asking it only now? You left in a fit of anger for no reason, didn't cook for us, and came home late at night. If it were me, I wouldn't want to come home, either."

I had the examination report in my hand.

As long as my son turned his head and looked at me instead of the cartoon, he would know that I was sick.

I casually put the medical record on the bedside and went upstairs to find Eric.

Just as I approached Jennifer's door, I heard heavy breathing from inside the apartment.

I knocked on the door and the inside instantly became quiet.

The peeping hole was covered by shadows.

30 seconds later later, Eric opened the door.

I saw Jennifer kneeling on the ground, her clothes not very neat. She was covered in sweat as she was tying up her messy hair.

Eric also smelled of sweat and his eyes were a bit unfocused.

Before I could speak, he scolded, "You ingrate, you still know to come back, don't you? Why don't you let our son starve to death?"

They never called me or sent a message to ask where I was.

He left our son downstairs and stayed alone with our neighbor, but shamelessly blamed me for being an ingrate.

The goody-two-shoes behind him said softly, "Don't blame your husband. He cares about his family. He stayed here to test the effectiveness of my classes all for your son."

She then asked in a sweet voice, "How do you think of my classes?"

My husband coughed twice and his tone became gentle. "Not bad. I will come tomorrow to sign up and pay."

Then, he stared at me and said, "Alright, stop embarrassing yourself! Jennifer will laugh at you. Go back home!"

In my previous life, after he signed up our son for classes, he always went upstairs, claiming to supervise our son's yoga practice.

I worked as an Uber driver, which was more tiring than his job, and I didn't earn less money than him.

But he still saw me as a full-time housewife, and he didn't take care of any chores when he came back.

I was busy all the time, and although I felt physically uncomfortable, I didn't have time to go to the hospital for a check-up but relied on painkillers.

The tumor in my body was already serious.

I once felt so much pain that I knelt and hugged my knees, squeezing my stomach with force. I was unable to say a word.

My husband looked at me coldly, then turned and went upstairs without looking back.

In this life, he was still treating me the same way.

Jennifer looked at me playfully, waiting for me to be dragged away by my husband.

I grabbed Eric's arm and slapped him hard with the other hand.

"Do you have the right to decide how the money is spent?"