The day I was appointed director, my husband gave a cruel smile: “I don’t care about your career! My mom and sister are moving tomorrow, and you’re going to take care of them.”

The day I was promoted to director, my husband gave me a cold, dismissive smile and said,
“I don’t care about your career. My mother and sister are moving in tomorrow—and you’ll be the one taking care of them.”
I didn’t argue.

I just smiled.

But when he came back the next day and tried to open the door, he froze.

“What did you do?” he shouted.

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