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My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey
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Winning Back the Wife
Face Slapping
Awakening
Independence
Feel-Good Story
On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!
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My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 9
The door creaked open, and in the dim light, Stephen's face was cold, his expression unreadable. His eyes held a mixture of emotions as he looked at me. Lying in the bed, I furrowed my brow, uneasy. He tucked the blanket around me carefully, then went over to draw the curtains closed. "Sorry, Alison..." His apology barely reached my ears, swept away by the night breeze, barely audible. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, he was already gone. The only sign he'd been there was the steaming hot chicken soup sitting in the thermos on the nightstand. I had the nurse dispose of the food container and ordered a fresh hospital breakfast. The nurse hesitated, looking at me with uncertainty. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice tentative, "You don't know yet, do you? This morning, your husband called the police and had someone arrested from the hospital. Before he headed to the police station to handle things, he made sure to tell us to take extra good care of you
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 8
"I was too hasty earlier. I didn't think it would turn out like this. Daisy's always been in poor health, and I was worried you might hurt her. I couldn't take the risk—if something happened to her, I wouldn't be able to explain it to anyone at the company. I swear, when I rushed over, I didn't see you. If I had, I never would have collided with you. The child you're carrying is my flesh and blood. I could never hurt my own kid, no matter what." The surgical incision still throbbed with pain, but as he poured out his excuses, the first thing he focused on was defending his own mistake. He didn't ask if I was in pain from the surgery, didn't ask how I was feeling, didn't ask where the baby was. I looked at his face, filled with concern, and a bitter smile pulled at my lips. Tears slipped down my cheeks, soaking into my collar. My heart felt like it was frozen. "What's wrong, Alison? Honey, are you okay? Please don't scare me. Are you feeling unwell? Hang on. I'll call the doctor
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 7
After giving birth to our first child, Stephen slowly began to change.He said, "Alison, the company is just starting out. We need to be careful with our spending."I had believed him.For the sake of the children, I learned to be frugal—carefully budgeting every meal down to the last few dollars and stretching the clothes the kids wore as long as possible before replacing them. I reduced our lifestyle to the bare minimum, saving every penny for his business.But it didn't sit well with the kids. They were upset with me."Mom, why can't I have new clothes like the other kids?""Mom, why do we always get sweaters for Christmas? Ms. Daisy gave me a game console, and it's so much better!"I, the once pampered heiress, had turned into the stingy and miserly mother in the eyes of my children.What was worse, after five years of struggling to build his company, not only did he fail, but we were sinking deeper into debt.And in his eyes, I had already lost my shine."Alison, look at
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 6
But he didn't spare me a single glance. Holding Daisy, he rushed into the emergency room.As my consciousness began to fade, my lawyer, who had come to find me, immediately called for help."Please, save my child. And pull all investments out of the funds!" He glanced at the blood pooling beneath me. "It's too late to save this baby now.""Quick, prepare for an emergency C-section! The patient is in critical condition!"Hearing that last sentence, I closed my eyes in sorrow. Perhaps fate didn't want my child to grow up in a family like this, with such a careless father. When the anesthesia hit my system, I thought I could hear Stephen's voice in a complete breakdown."What? Where have you taken my wife?!"Wife?After years of marriage, we never even had a proper wedding. The only reason we filed for the legal documents was so he could inherit my family's wealth. Was that why he called me his wife?I wanted to laugh, but the pain was too overwhelming to even manage that.
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 4
"Alison, if you hadn't caused trouble tonight, Daisy would have been safe at home instead of getting hit by a car on Christmas!" His shameless words made me laugh in disbelief. "I caused trouble? Didn't you hear her attacking me personally? Stephen, I'm carrying your child. When she insults me, it's
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 3
"Alison, don't be upset. I'm glad the kids like their gifts. It's not a big deal, really," Daisy said."But you've stolen my chance to spend Christmas with my kids! You've crossed the line. You're not welcome in my house!" I yelled.Without thinking, I grabbed the gifts Daisy had given the kids fr
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 2
By the time I signed the agreement and returned home, the snowstorm had stopped, but the biting wind had cut through me. Numbly, I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door.The party was over, and the dining room was a mess. Even the turkey I had hoped to eat was unfinished, discarded on the floor.
My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 1
I had been pregnant for eight months, however, my husband Stephen asked me to cook a festive meal for his friends who had come over to celebrate Christmas. I cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, lemon pie, and Christmas cake, even folding the napkins into the shape of Christmas trees.But when I final
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