When she saw me, her smile froze. “My son? Why did you come home so early?”
“Come,” I said. “We need to talk.”
My tone silenced everyone.
We returned in silence.
In the kitchen, Lily stood up immediately, looking down.
My mother noticed the bowl.
For a split second, her expression changed, then she smiled.
“Oh, that? That was for the cats.”
My anger rose.
“Then why was my wife eating it?”
She crossed her arms. “Because she’s stubborn. She insists on eating things she shouldn’t after giving birth.”
“Things she shouldn’t do?”
I pointed at the bowl.
“This?”
She pursed her lips. “In my day, women ate less after giving birth. That’s why they were strong.”
Lily’s shoulders were trembling.
And at that moment, I understood…
If I remained silent, nothing would change.
“Mom,” I said calmly, “what is the money I send you every month used for?”
“To help the household,” she replied.
“No.”
My voice was firm.
“It’s to take care of my wife.”
Silence.
She was staring at me.
“So you choose her over your own mother?”
