Hearing my words, Evan, all high and mighty a moment ago, was caught completely off guard by my words.

“You’re not seriously going to make Yvonne’s parents get out of the car so you can give your little puppy a seat, are you?”

“They’re older, after all.”

“Since you care so much about this puppy, why don’t I take it? You can stay here.”

Evan panicked and shot a nervous glance at Yvonne.

Yvonne frowned, looking annoyed. “Charles, you’ve gone too far.”

“Evan is my guest. How could you just leave him behind in a place like this? Is that how you treat guests?”

I used to think Yvonne did not care about anyone. Now I realized she did not care about me.

When it came to Evan, though, she was considerate in every little way, making sure her first love would not suffer the slightest inconvenience.

I crossed my arms, unbothered, and stared at Yvonne like I had all the time in the world. “So, what do you want to do?”

Without hesitation, she scooped up Blackie and carried it into the car, turning to me with a cold expression.

“Charles, you’re going to have to give up your seat for this little dog.”

“You can take a cab. You won’t have to squeeze in the back with my parents, and it’ll be more comfortable that way.”

At that moment, Yvonne’s parents exclaimed from the back,

“Where did this stray dog come from? It’s already crowded back here. There’s no room!”

Yvonne calmly reassured them, “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. Charles isn’t sitting with us. He won’t be cramped.”

In one sentence, she took away the seat that was mine, and my so-called family did not even protest.

“You want me to give up my seat for a stray dog?” I pointed at myself in disbelief and looked at Yvonne.

She looked at me as though it was something normal.

“My parents are older. Are you really going to leave them at this toll booth? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility as a son-in-law?”

“Evan is my guest. Have you ever seen anyone leave a guest behind while they go off by themselves?”

“If something happened to him, it would be no different than murder.”

“I’m only doing this for your own good. Can you stop throwing a tantrum?”

She even started complaining, “If you could drive, would this even be such a hassle?”

“I’m already exhausted from driving long distances. Can’t you try to understand?”

I stared at Yvonne, stunned.

I could not drive.

Our family had been wealthy enough to have a chauffeur from a young age.

Later, my parents died in a car accident, and I developed a deep fear of driving.

Yvonne knew all this. Back then, she would even comfort me,

“From now on, I’ll be your driver. You just need to relax in the passenger seat.”

Now, she had not only given my passenger seat to Evan.

She was using the fact that I could not drive as an excuse to complain.

My heart sank as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it, leaving it completely frozen.

She fretted over her parents' age, her first love's welfare. Even a stray dog caught her eye.

As for me, not a hint of compassion stirred within.

Yet she had no qualms about leaving me alone at this godforsaken toll booth.

I gave Yvonne a cold stare. “So, what am I supposed to do?”

She did not hesitate and turned to look at me. “You’re a grown man. Don’t you know how to get home?”

“Even if you’re a pampered rich kid, you can still take a cab!”

Without a second thought, she plopped Evan in the front seat and, as though it was the most considerate thing in the world, closed the door for him.

“It’s cold outside. Just stay warm in the car.”

Evan shot me a triumphant look. “Thanks, Charles!”

"Saving a pup's life is worth more than a thousand good deeds. Blackie will surely thank you."

They were thanking me out loud, but secretly they were loving the attention.

They were all cozy inside the car with the heater blasting, while I stood outside solo, shivering in the icy wind.

The contrast could not have been sharper.

“Yvonne, do you even remember who your husband is?”

That one line made her scowl instantly. “Even if you are my husband, you can’t just throw a tantrum!”

“I’m not making you walk home. I’m just asking you to take a cab. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

“Charles, when are you ever going to lighten up?”

Then, with a dramatic “bang,” she slammed the car door and started the car engine.

“Honestly, if you’re going to waste time arguing with me, you might as well just take a cab.”

“Don’t make us miss dinner!”

Yvonne’s parents immediately reminded me when they heard the word dinner.

“Charles, remember to buy some fresh ingredients on your way back.”

“The eggs back home might be expired, don’t forget some new ones.”

“And Dad hasn’t been feeling well lately. Try to keep it light for dinner.”

They seemed to have forgotten that I had been kicked out of the car and still had no way to get home.

Yet they shamelessly treated me like a servant, bossing me around.

Even Evan could not resist teasing me. “Charles, that’s impressive. You can actually cook!”

Yvonne nodded, not denying it.

Evan grinned at me. “Then I’d like to have the classic meatballs. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

He closed the car window with a smirk.

Yvonne did not even glance at me before flooring the gas and driving off. Not long after, Yvonne called me.

However, it was not a call of regret, or concern for my safety. It was another command.

“You still haven’t called a cab? What are you waiting for?”

“Also, Evan gets carsick. I can’t drive fast, so once you get in a car, make sure the driver speeds up a little. Go home and get the dinner ready. We’re exhausted from the long drive. Get your work done!”

I had been a pampered rich kid.

I only learned how to cook until I started dating Yvonne.

We always had a housekeeper.

However, Yvonne and her parents wanted me to cook personally. They said that was the only way to prove my love.

I complained before, but Yvonne always shut me down.

“My parents worked hard all their lives. Let them enjoy a little comfort. Just be nice to them.”

A single sentence turned my so-called duty as a son-in-law into a prison for three years.

It was always my job to cook the New Year’s dinner. Yvonne never even got a chance to help.

Her mother would tell me that a man in the kitchen is all about showing love and immediately dragged her out of the kitchen.

In the eyes of Yvonne, her parents, and even her father, I was not a husband or son-in-law. I was just their personal servant.

As I heard her commands, any ounce of love I clung to vanished in a heartbeat.

It hit me like a truck.

If she no longer cared for me, why the heck was I ringing in the New Year with this wench? Was I setting myself up for a jinxed year ahead?

I immediately texted my lawyer to draw up the divorce papers.

I watched the car speed away and chuckled.

Then I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, “I need to report a crime. My wife deliberately left me stranded on the highway.”