The Night I Sent My Wife to the Storeroom — and the Morning That Changed My Life Forever

But Anita wasn’t disrespectful — she was exhausted. My mother’s words cut her down, day after day.

The Breaking Point

The final blow came during a family gathering. Our baby developed a fever, and instead of showing concern, my mother pointed a trembling finger at Anita.

“You can’t even take care of my grandson properly? You’re careless!”

I didn’t defend my wife. I agreed. And in that moment, something in Anita’s eyes — something fragile and trusting — broke.

That night, she sat awake beside our son while I went upstairs to sleep.

By morning, more relatives had arrived. My mother thrust a few bills into Anita’s hand and said, “Go to the market. Cook for our guests.”

Anita was pale, still worn from the sleepless night. She said softly, “I was up caring for your grandson. Can’t someone else help today?”

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