A Man Blossoming at Thirty

societal rogue, a former street bra

essly dodged by him, and in return, he g

You dare t

ream echoed from behind, "En

ed to break free fro

ping a husband like him is pointless. I advise you to divorce him promptly. With your qualiti

nvited you anyway?" My wife s

wife who called him here? How did he kno

vice. Quickly divorce him. Despite this house being in a med

Razor Claw probably wasn't aware of my wi

lly purchased it to store some machinery, and aft

my wife might have d

aw, "Just leave! This is a family

e her defensive stance. If it weren't for her affair

If I didn't expose the adulterer and proceeded w

rth to my son and standing by me, her infidelity

y, "Fine, I don't care anymore. But, little sister, if he bullies y

ked away. Passing by my m

the corridor until he callously stepped on th

ed, "What disgusting stuf

stop righ

longer. I roared and

ted me, crying, "Alex, don

back wasn't great, and if she fel

taunted, "Alex Phoenix, you're a waste just waiting

t, leaving me see

d wine, calling me brother-in-law sweetly, now that I was down

, my mom, looking at the mes

his, planning since the beginnin

g or selling them, all f

d if my mom hadn't stopped me,

proceeded to pick up the cured meats and

egg remained;

back my tears. The humiliation I endur

d sausages scattered on the floor. She simultaneously said, "Hus

noting down the hum

to violence now,

materialistic parents, would pay back

them feel the humili

resentment in my heart; I wanted t

re a bed with my mother, citing an u

rom my wife, who defended our son's lac

sleep with my wife, while my mother took his room

slumber, I stealthily ret

d, "Panpan, tell Daddy, did a

nodded, prompting me to press

his head, confessed, "Daddy, Mommy

handprint on my son's fac

's okay, Panpan. Let's go back to sleep. F

solace in the solitude of the living room, a

was in

y wife's family fueled regret, especi

t-bankruptcy, depleting my resources, my

ht time for a confrontation. I needed to secur

; they had driven me to this point. If my wife had

night, I ponder

r from the countryside,

rly awakening, and I, claiming it

ction underway, our ancestral home was slated for demolition,

d a trip to visit

red me, "Don't worry. They're providing resettlement houses in the village

er's enduring sacrifices. Love, it seemed

cooter, I returned home, resolute in exposing the adult

he house, a symbol of past endeavo

held no credence. With mon

could carve out a niche for myself in th