No More Bloodsuckers

I was so furious that I laughed. Not wanting to waste my time arguing with them, I went straight to my room to pack my bags.

Philips was shaking with rage. "Steven, are you just going to stand there and do nothing? Look at your wife's attitude, turning her back on her elders like this! Does she have no manners?"

Dragging my suitcase to the door, I spat, "Pfft! Before you judge others, take a good look in the mirror first. Who's the one lacking manners here?"

Steven saw me leaving and grabbed my luggage in a panic. "Where are you going?"

I yanked it back and kicked him in the knee. "None of your business. Get lost!"

Initially, I planned to tell them that I was going on a business trip for the next few days.

This was my final task in my current position. Once the trip was over, I would be officially promoted to regional director at the headquarters.

But now, I don't see a reason to share that news with them.

I finally understood—they never cared about me at all. The only thing that mattered to them was the money I had.

Steven and I started dating in college. Back then, he treated me like a queen, doing everything he could to please me.

His family was average, while mine, though not extremely wealthy, was well-off.

When we graduated and started talking about marriage, all my relatives objected. But I was completely blinded by love and insisted on marrying him, ignoring their warnings.

I still remember what my mother said as she tried to reason with me. "It's not that your father and I look down on the Greens for being poor. It's just that after getting to know them, we've realized that Philip is an unreasonable person, Fran is two-faced, and Steven is blindly obedient to them. If you marry into that family, you'll suffer for the rest of your life."

But at the time, I was so infatuated that I refused to listen. I even snapped at my mother, accusing her of being arrogant and prejudiced.

It wasn't until after I married that I realized how spot-on her judgment had been.

Everything she warned me about came true one by one.

And the man who had once sworn to always stand by my side and protect me forever? After marriage, all he ever said was "Dad's right" and "Mom's right". He never defended me, not even once. Instead, he called me vain, arrogant, and disrespectful.

In their eyes, a man should always be the head of the household. A woman was merely an accessory to her husband. A man's decisions were absolute, his authority unquestionable. That was the ultimate rule of the Greens.

Staring at the endless streams of cars outside the window, I felt a crushing pain in my chest. Regret spread through me like wildfire.

Before I knew it, tears began streaming down my face.

During my time away on this business trip, I finally saw things clearly.

At that moment, my love-blinded self was completely sober at last.

I had made up my mind—once I got back, I would end this marriage.

But what I didn't know was that by the time I returned, everything had turned upside down.

…

As soon as I got off the plane, I didn't even stop to drop off my luggage. I went straight to the office to report on my business trip.

After listening to my report, Henry Stuart, the general manager, hesitated. He avoided my eyes for a long moment before finally saying, "Laura, about your job transfer…"

"Don't worry, sir. I'll report to my new post on time."

"Well… Here's the thing. After further review by headquarters, they've decided that you're not suitable for the position. Your transfer has been canceled."

I was completely caught off guard. "But the official notice has already been issued. How can they just change it on a whim? What's the reason? I demand an explanation!"

Henry sighed. "Laura, you're more than qualified for that role. But… In the end, it all comes down to your family situation."

"Sir, what do you mean by that?"

"Go home and ask your husband."

A bad feeling crept into my gut. After returning to my office, I immediately asked a colleague what had happened.

He sighed and shook his head before pulling out his phone and showing me a video.

In the view, Philip and Fran Brown—my mother-in-law—barged into the company. The moment they stepped through the door, Fran threw herself to the floor, crying and rolling around in a tantrum.

Meanwhile, Philip stormed into the general manager's office, slamming the table and yelling at the top of his lungs.

"You so-called higher-ups have no humanity! How could you transfer an employee who's married and trying to conceive to a workplace 25 miles away? Making her commute and face the elements every day? How is this kind of management even humane?"