They Want A Housewife

My name is Daisy Lincoln, and I've worked my way up through the advertising industry for ten years. Finally, this year, I won the most prestigious Golden Lion Award in the field. The celebration banquet after the awards ceremony had just ended. My mother-in-law, Mary, burst into my office with a strange man. She raised her hand and slapped me hard. The sharp crack instantly silenced the entire office. "Daisy Lincoln! You shameless woman!" "Just to win some lousy award, you get mixed up with some wild man—how do you expect my son to save face!" The colleagues froze, then quickly gathered around. I covered my burning face, trying to explain. But Mary pulled out a heap of photos and threw them in front of me. In the photos, a woman with a figure similar to mine was intimately embracing that unfamiliar man. The angles were tricky; at first glance, it really did look like me. "Everyone, take a look! This is what she's done!" Mary raged like a spoiled child, spitting droplets that splattered across my face. The boss frowned as he handed me a dismissal notice. "Daisy Lincoln, the company's image has been severely damaged. You… should look for another job." I hadn't even registered what was happening when finance came over again. The 200,000 bonus from my project was taken back too. I walked out of the company like a lost soul. As soon as I got home, I saw my husband, Calvin Carter, sitting on the sofa with a dark expression. "You got fired?"He asked right away, with no trace of concern in his voice. I nodded, too stunned to mention the photos. Calvin suddenly stood up and pointed his finger in my face, shouting. "I told you not to push yourself so hard! Now look—what a disgrace you've made of yourself!" I clenched my fists, fighting back tears. At that moment, my mother-in-law came out of the room, holding a lab test report. "There's something even worse!" She threw the report down in front of me. It read: "Son, Leo Carter—suspected leukemia." My mind went blank, and I nearly collapsed. Calvin grabbed me, but it wasn't out of concern. Instead, he hissed, "It's all your fault! You've been so busy with work you didn't even notice Leo was sick!" Mary joined in, "If you'd quit earlier and stayed home, Leo wouldn't have been neglected like this!" I watched them singing in unison, and a chill sank deep into my heart. At night, I lay in my room, flipping over and over, unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Ten-year-old Leo walked in, his eyes ice-cold. "Mom, it's all your fault." After saying that, he shoved me hard. I lost my footing and fell off the balcony. The instant the feeling of weightlessness hit me, I had only one thought: I hate so much! When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the bed in my bedroom. Sunlight streamed through the crack in the curtains, warm and gentle. I touched my face—there were no slap marks. I picked up my phone and checked the date; strangely, it was from six months ago. It was the very day my mother-in-law first officially urged me to resign and become a housewife!