My Husband is Playing Truth or Dare With My Mother's Life

I met Michael Scott because of my mom.

Back when Michael was still in college, he swiped his dad's car, drove without a license, and bam, hit my mom.

Michael jumped out of the car, totally freaked out, and checked on my mom.

He kept saying sorry to my mom, begging her not to call the police and saying he would pay whatever it took.

My mom, despite the pain, got up. Seeing Michael's guilty and scared face, she felt a bit sorry for him.

So she waved it off, didn't call the cops, didn't ask for anything, and just went home.

That day, I saw my mom all banged up, and I felt both heartbroken and furious.

I hated Michael so much.

The next day, Michael showed up at our place with a bunch of bags.

My mom was really pleased, but I wasn't nice to him and gave him a hard time.

Michael didn't mind my attitude, though. He dropped his rich-kid airs.

He served coffee and water, taking good care of my mom at our place.

He said my mom was the kindest, most genuine person he'd ever met.

People like her deserved to be treated well.

Since then, he came by almost every day.

Every time, he brought all sorts of health supplements and fancy, expensive gifts.

Some were for my mom, some for me.

He and my mom got along better and better.

They'd chat and laugh all day, close as if they were mother and son.

The neighbors envied my mom, saying she had found an amazing, filial son-in-law.

Whenever he heard this, Michael just smiled and didn't deny it.

And I, as always, gave him a hard time.

Until one day, I came home and found my mom passed out on the floor.

No matter how I called her, she didn't respond.

Watching my mom's face get paler, I was at a loss, my mind blank.

Just when I was feeling most helpless and desperate, Michael appeared.

Without a word, he carried my mom to his car and took us to the hospital.

The whole way, Michael floored it.

Looking at his anxious profile, he seemed to be glowing, almost dazzling, brighter than the sun I'd ever seen.

He sped the whole way, rushing my mom to the ER as fast as he could.

The doctors said my mom's condition was critical. If it had been a few minutes later, she would've been gone.

I slumped down in a corridor chair, terrified, my heart trembling.

Michael walked up to me and looked me in the eye,

"Be my girlfriend. From now on, your mom is my mom. I'll take care of her with you."

It was a simple sentence, but it hit me hard.

My uneasy heart instantly calmed down.

The pure, sincere love in his eyes moved me deeply.

I almost couldn't help but say, "Yes."

In that moment, we smiled at each other, our eyes full of determination, as if we'd decided to be together forever.

When my mom found out we were together, she smiled so much she couldn't stop. I hadn't seen her smile like that since my dad died.

She always told me I was lucky to have met a good man like Michael.

I thought so too.

To me, Michael was a lover, family, and a treasure-like surprise.

After we got married, I put him first in everything and cared about his joys and sorrows more than my own.

Back then, he doted on me a lot too.

He was also very considerate and caring toward my mom.

We were deeply in love, and our life was extremely happy.

But this happiness ended when Emily Davis came back to the States.

She's Michael's childhood sweetheart, irreplaceable in his heart.

Michael's gentle gaze shifted from me to Emily.

"Emily just got back, and there's a lot she needs help with, so I won't be home for a few days."

"Emily's got a cold. I'll go give her some meds. You guys can celebrate your birthday without me."

"Emily's not well and can't be without me, please be understanding..."

No matter when or where, Michael would drop everything and rush over just because Emily called.

If I asked about it, I'd be seen as unreasonable.

I couldn't sleep at night because of it and was often sad.

But I didn't want to make my mom sad.

I didn't want to break up the family.

And because of my love for Michael that I couldn't let go, I endured it again and again.

I thought that as long as I quietly maintained this relationship, our family would stay as peaceful and stable as before.

But I was wrong.

My tolerance was met with Michael's even more unscrupulous treatment.

This time, my mom actually died in an incident caused by a game between him and Emily.

I was heartbroken, angry, and utterly desperate.

As my mom was cremated, my love for Michael turned to ashes too.