No Longer A Doormat Wife

My name is Melody Deer. In the third year of my marriage, I was diagnosed with cancer. To get treatment, I had to go abroad. During that long treatment period, my only hope was to come home soon. To come home and see my husband, Marcus Stafford, and our son, Micah Stafford, whom I carried for ten months. At last, I was cured. Standing at the doorstep of my familiar home, dragging my suitcase, I hesitated. When I pushed open the door, the scene in the living room hit me like a thunderbolt. Marcus was sitting on the sofa, with a young woman leaning against him. The girl's curved brows and eyes, and the way she smiled, looked exactly like I did when I was young. Her name is Veronica Sue. What broke my heart even more was that my son, Micah Stafford, was clinging tightly to Veronica Sue. He sweetly called Veronica "Mom". I rushed over, trying to pull Micah to my side. But Micah hid behind Veronica, looking at me with timid yet hostile eyes. I asked Marcus Stafford what on earth was going on. Marcus just frowned and told me not to make a scene. I refused to accept it. I've given so much to this family—how could I allow an outsider to take my place? I forced Marcus Stafford, threatening to die if he didn't, to cut all contact with Veronica Sue. I thought Marcus would still care about our past. But he didn't. The look in his eyes was filled with disgust and hatred. He said I was unreasonable. Micah Stafford even ran up, tugging at Marcus's shirt, saying I was the villain trying to harm his "Mom." Even my own mother took Marcus's side. She blamed me, saying I was restless just after getting better, stirring up chaos in the family. I was completely alone and helpless. Before long, rumors spread around the company that I had leaked confidential information. The evidence seemed "conclusive," and I faced the risk of going to prison. I thought Marcus Stafford would take advantage of my downfall. But instead, he ran around tirelessly to clear my name. My heart was a jumble of emotions. Just as my innocence was about to be proven, the unexpected happened. Marcus Stafford got into a car accident while rushing to bring me a crucial piece of evidence. The crash scene was chaotic. When they carried him out, he was covered in blood. He lay on the hospital bed, his breathing shallow. I held his hand, tears pouring down uncontrollably. He looked at me and, with great effort, said, 'What I owe you, it's finally paid off now.' He also said he hoped that in the next life, I wouldn't ruin his happiness with Veronica Sue again. Through my tears, I promised him. My consciousness blurred, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing at my front door. My suitcase was still by my side, and I was wearing the clothes from when I returned home. I'm back. Back to the day I returned, cured.