My Husband Thought I Was Just A Homemaker And Told Me To Leave. But When I Really Left…
Chapter 4: The Discovery
Then one day, while cleaning the room, I stumbled upon his pay stub.
Though careless to leave it lying around, the pay stub was carelessly placed on the desk.
I was somewhat curious and picked it up.
I knew his salary, of course, but I had never seen the pay stub before.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I was shocked when I looked inside.,
When I checked the amount on the pay stub, it was about half of what I’d been told before.
What’s going on?
I receive monthly living expenses and rent from my husband, and the rest is his pocket money.
Where is my husband getting the missing amount from?
Wasn’t he supposed to have gotten a promotion?
How can his salary drop like this?
Since when?
I searched for other statements but couldn’t find any pay stubs from before his promotion.
What’s really happening here?
At that moment, my vague distrust towards my husband turned into certainty.,
We can’t live on this amount.
What is he thinking?
Why did he keep this so critical from me?
Why didn’t he tell me his salary had gone down?
Just as I was gathering the pay stubs to confront him, the phone rang.
It was from my husband’s uncle, whom I’d only met a few times.
“Uncle, long time no see. What’s up?”
“Well, it’s awkward to bring it up, but you see, I’ve lent him some money. It’s been a while, and I’m wondering when I’ll get it back. I’m in a bind over here.”
“What? He owes you money?”
Then it clicked.
My husband had been filling in the gap in his salary with loans from his uncle.
Turns out, we’re talking in the tens of thousands.
I sincerely apologized to his uncle and promised to repay him.
Even though I felt terrible, the uncle didn’t blame us and kindly said,
“Just pay it back when you can. I’ve reached my limit.”
Chapter 5: The Confrontation
That night, I didn’t mention the debts or the pay stubs, but my anger towards my husband slowly and steadily rose.,
He’s belittled me for being a housewife, exploited me around the house, and even interfered with my work.
That night was no different.
He continued to berate me.
“When will you ever get good at household chores? The food’s terrible, the entryway’s a mess. What have you been doing at home? Another useless job, I bet. Being a housewife must be easy.”
Doesn’t he realize his words contradict themselves?
I cook and clean just like anyone else.
“If you’re not happy, then why don’t you do it? You’ve been coming home on time lately. You can handle it.”
When I pushed back, my husband slammed his fist on the table.
“You! When did you become such a mouthy woman? Don’t get carried away, you waste of money. Do you even know who’s providing for you?”
I didn’t back down.
“What’s so mouthy about standing up for myself? I’m doing my part. What about you?”,
I glared at him.
I don’t have to put up with this man anymore.
Whatever he says, I don’t care anymore.
I spoke my mind.
He didn’t back down either.
“You pretend to be working around the house but never actually do. Start earning, then talk.”
I thought the same could be said for him, but I remained silent.
“Should have never married you. What a money pit you’ve turned out to be. You keep saying we don’t have money, so why don’t you earn some? If you’re not going to work, get out. I’m tired of supporting a woman like you.”
He looked at me triumphantly.
It sent a shiver down my spine.
He must have thought I’d apologize, but I was ready.
“Fine, I’ll leave.”
I grabbed my already packed bags and started to head out.
“You can’t do anything on your own anyway. Why do you think that?”
I gave him a cold look.
“By the way, I’m leaving this. I’ve already filled it out.”
I slapped the divorce papers I got from the City Hall onto the table.
He must have never expected I’d leave, let alone file for divorce.,
He was speechless, standing still.
“Well, that settles it. Make sure you fill it out and send it soon.”
I left our home and headed to my parents, where I had already informed them of the situation.
They welcomed me warmly.
