It's Time to Fight Back

My husband and I dated and eventually got married out of love.

We worked at the same company but in different departments. By chance, we got to know each other because we were assigned to work on the same project.

Upon meeting me, my husband, Gordon Baker, fell in love with me at first sight. After that, he went to great lengths to pursue me.

I was already 28 and not exactly young anymore. My family had been urging me to get married. They even said that if I didn't bring home a significant other by the New Year, they would start making arrangements for me to go on blind dates with potential suitors.

Gordon was tall and well-built. He had a sunny disposition and handsome looks. I'd found it hard to resist his advances. The fact that he was exactly my type earned him extra brownie points too.

And so, I agreed to become his girlfriend. We dated for two years, during which we met each other's parents. With both our families urging us and egging us on, we thought it was time to settle down and naturally got married.

This year was our first New Year together as a married couple.

Being newly married, I was homesick. So, I discussed it with Gordon and suggested that we spend a few days at his parents' home and then head to my parents' home for New Year's Eve.

At first, Gordon wasn't too happy about it, but he couldn't resist my pleas. Ultimately, he gave in.

Seeing that he still seemed a little upset, I bought him the gaming console he had been eyeing but hesitated to get for himself. I hoped that this would cheer him up.

After Gordon got his hands on the new console, he couldn't stop smiling.

Once everything was decided, I started preparing for our trip.

Soon, it was a week before New Year's Eve. We packed up our bags and drove over to his hometown.

When we arrived, Gordon's parents and siblings were thrilled to see us. They were pleased since I had thoughtfully prepared valuable gifts for each of them. Because of this, I had a wonderful time at his parents' house over the next few days.

Everything went well until it was New Year's Eve.

As I was worried about traffic during the inevitable festive travel rush, I packed everything we needed to take to my parents' home into the car on the day before New Year's Eve.

I also reminded Gordon to go to bed early. My plan was to get up early and set off. That way, we would arrive in time to have dinner with my parents on New Year's Eve.

The thought of going home soon and seeing my parents, whom I hadn't seen in half a year, filled me with so much excitement that I couldn't sleep that night.

The next morning, I opened my eyes just as the alarm started ringing.

Upon seeing that Gordon was still asleep, I gently woke him up. "Gordon, I'll go wash up first. You should get up soon and get ready. We can grab a quick bite as we head out."

I was so excited that I didn't notice the unnatural expression that flashed across his face when I said this.

After I finished washing up and getting ready, I waited for a while but didn't see Gordon come out. When I checked the time, I saw that it was already 9:30 am. If we set off any later, we would most likely be caught in awfully heavy traffic.

I hurried back into the bedroom to check on Gordon.

When I opened the door, I saw him still buried under the covers, sleeping soundly. His thundering snores echoed loudly in the room.