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My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey
Last Updated : 2024-12-13
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I had been pregnant for eight months, however, my husband Stephen asked me to cook a festive meal for his friends who had come over to celebrate Christmas. He had me serving in the kitchen while I struggled with my cumbersome body. When I finally sat down, hoping to enjoy the turkey , the doorbell rang. At the door stood his assistant with her flawless makeup, looking every bit the picture of elegance. The moment Stephen saw her, he immediately ushered me away from the table and pushed the turkey in front of her. "Alison, you're too heavy to eat any of this. Give it to Daisy, let her try your cooking." "Mom is so fat now, she looks like a farm pig!" my son said with a giggle. Furious, I threw the Christmas cake and turkey down, turning to leave the house. This home didn't deserve the effort I had put into it.
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The door creaked open, and in the dim light, Stephen's face was cold, his expression unreadable. His eyes held a mixture of emotions as he looked at me. Lying in the bed, I furrowed my brow, uneasy. He tucked the blanket around me carefully, then went over to draw the curtains closed. "Sorry, Alison..." His apology barely reached my ears, swept away by the night breeze, barely audible. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, he was already gone. The only sign he'd been there was the steaming hot chicken soup sitting in the thermos on the nightstand. I had the nurse dispose of the food container and ordered a fresh hospital breakfast. The nurse hesitated, looking at me with uncertainty. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice tentative, "You don't know yet, do you? This morning, your husband called the police and had someone arrested from the hospital. Before he headed to the police station to handle things, he made sure to tell us to take extra good care of you
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"I was too hasty earlier. I didn't think it would turn out like this. Daisy's always been in poor health, and I was worried you might hurt her. I couldn't take the risk—if something happened to her, I wouldn't be able to explain it to anyone at the company. I swear, when I rushed over, I didn't see you. If I had, I never would have collided with you. The child you're carrying is my flesh and blood. I could never hurt my own kid, no matter what." The surgical incision still throbbed with pain, but as he poured out his excuses, the first thing he focused on was defending his own mistake. He didn't ask if I was in pain from the surgery, didn't ask how I was feeling, didn't ask where the baby was. I looked at his face, filled with concern, and a bitter smile pulled at my lips. Tears slipped down my cheeks, soaking into my collar. My heart felt like it was frozen. "What's wrong, Alison? Honey, are you okay? Please don't scare me. Are you feeling unwell? Hang on. I'll call the doctor
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 7
After giving birth to our first child, Stephen slowly began to change.He said, "Alison, the company is just starting out. We need to be careful with our spending."I had believed him.For the sake of the children, I learned to be frugal—carefully budgeting every meal down to the last few dollars and stretching the clothes the kids wore as long as possible before replacing them. I reduced our lifestyle to the bare minimum, saving every penny for his business.But it didn't sit well with the kids. They were upset with me."Mom, why can't I have new clothes like the other kids?""Mom, why do we always get sweaters for Christmas? Ms. Daisy gave me a game console, and it's so much better!"I, the once pampered heiress, had turned into the stingy and miserly mother in the eyes of my children.What was worse, after five years of struggling to build his company, not only did he fail, but we were sinking deeper into debt.And in his eyes, I had already lost my shine."Alison, look at
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 6
But he didn't spare me a single glance. Holding Daisy, he rushed into the emergency room.As my consciousness began to fade, my lawyer, who had come to find me, immediately called for help."Please, save my child. And pull all investments out of the funds!" He glanced at the blood pooling beneath me. "It's too late to save this baby now.""Quick, prepare for an emergency C-section! The patient is in critical condition!"Hearing that last sentence, I closed my eyes in sorrow. Perhaps fate didn't want my child to grow up in a family like this, with such a careless father. When the anesthesia hit my system, I thought I could hear Stephen's voice in a complete breakdown."What? Where have you taken my wife?!"Wife?After years of marriage, we never even had a proper wedding. The only reason we filed for the legal documents was so he could inherit my family's wealth. Was that why he called me his wife?I wanted to laugh, but the pain was too overwhelming to even manage that.
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The lawyer had already gathered all the necessary materials, and in the last day and a half, I honestly didn't want to waste any more words with him."I didn't even go home. This is just the clean nightgown the hotel gave me. Why didn't you think to bring me any clothes?" Stephen's unspoken reproach caught in his throat, leaving him at a loss for words.Daisy, seeing his discomfort, flashed a bright smile. "Mr. Greene just bought me a coat. You can wear it for now.""No need, it's secondhand. I'd rather not." She didn't seem to want to move, so I quietly took a seat in the back.Stephen was surprised by my calm reaction to Daisy's taking the front seat. He seemed unsure, caught off guard. It was only then that Daisy, noticing the tension, spoke up. "Sorry, Alison. My foot still hurts, and there's more room up front. I hope you don't mind sitting in the back."I could feel Stephen's eyes on me through the rearview mirror, assessing me.During the drive, Daisy kept suggestin
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"Alison, if you hadn't caused trouble tonight, Daisy would have been safe at home instead of getting hit by a car on Christmas!" His shameless words made me laugh in disbelief. "I caused trouble? Didn't you hear her attacking me personally? Stephen, I'm carrying your child. When she insults me, it's an insult to you too. Are you really that dense?" For the first time in five years, I yelled at him. Stephen's eyes burned with rage. Before he could speak, Daisy, still lying in bed, began to cry. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I just wanted to surprise the kids. I thought a little joke would help them bond with you, Alison. I never meant to make you upset. Please don't fight because of me. It's all my fault. I'll quit my job and leave as soon as I'm better. I won't show my face in front of you ever again." Stephen gritted his teeth, trying to control his fury. "I'll say this one last time, Alison: Apologize. Stop holding grudges against Daisy. I've told you so many times a
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 3
"Alison, don't be upset. I'm glad the kids like their gifts. It's not a big deal, really," Daisy said."But you've stolen my chance to spend Christmas with my kids! You've crossed the line. You're not welcome in my house!" I yelled.Without thinking, I grabbed the gifts Daisy had given the kids from their hands. The children cried out loudly, protesting.Stephen immediately intervened, pushing me to the floor with impatience. His voice dripped with annoyance. "Stop with that sour expression! Do you really want to ruin the kids' Christmas with your ridiculous jealousy?"I pointed at Daisy, my voice shaking. "She's clearly trying to cause problems between us. Are you just going to ignore it?"He scoffed, his expression cold. "Stop with the drama. The kids don't like your gifts. Should I make them lie and pretend they're grateful for those ugly things you made? And just because you're pregnant, do you think the whole world should revolve around you?"He turned to Daisy. "Why don't y
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 2
By the time I signed the agreement and returned home, the snowstorm had stopped, but the biting wind had cut through me. Numbly, I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door.The party was over, and the dining room was a mess. Even the turkey I had hoped to eat was unfinished, discarded on the floor.Stephen sat at the table, smoking. The moment he saw me, his face darkened instantly. He grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it at me.I was only a year older than Daisy! Why did I have to put up with so much? Every time I reacted to something Daisy said, Stephen would immediately take her side, belittling me along with her."Daisy's right, you know. Why are you so petty? Can't you take a bit of truth?" I was angry and disappointed. I went from being a pampered lady to a despised woman. I had fought with him, trying to hold onto the little dignity I had left in this marriage. But now, I didn't want to argue anymore. It was pointless to fight for a relationship that was
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Husband Doesn't Allow Me to Eat Christmas Turkey Chapter 1
I had been pregnant for eight months, however, my husband Stephen asked me to cook a festive meal for his friends who had come over to celebrate Christmas. I cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, lemon pie, and Christmas cake, even folding the napkins into the shape of Christmas trees.But when I finally sat down to help myself to a piece of turkey, the doorbell rang again.Stephen's assistant, Daisy, appeared at the door, her makeup flawless, wearing high heels and holding a gift.Stephen greeted her with enthusiasm, ushering her into the dining room. Without hesitation, he pushed the turkey in front of her. "Daisy, try some of Alison's cooking," he said, turning to me. "Go to the kitchen and prepare the Christmas cake."However, while I was cutting the cake, I heard Daisy and my children mocking me."Kids, what do you think of your mom?" Daisy asked."Mom is so fat now, she looks like a pig from the farm!" my son answered."And your mom's stretch marks look like a bunch of maggots
Last Updated : 2024-12-13
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I had been pregnant for eight months, however, my husband Stephen asked me to cook a festive meal for his friends who had come over to celebrate Christmas. I cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, lemon pie, and Christmas cake, even folding the napkins into the shape of Christmas trees.But when I finally sat down to help myself to a piece of turkey, the doorbell rang again.Stephen's assistant, Daisy, appeared at the door, her makeup flawless, wearing high heels and holding a gift.Stephen greeted her with enthusiasm, ushering her into the dining room. Without hesitation, he pushed the turkey in front of her. "Daisy, try some of Alison's cooking," he said, turning to me. "Go to the kitchen and prepare the Christmas cake."However, while I was cutting the cake, I heard Daisy and my children mocking me."Kids, what do you think of your mom?" Daisy asked."Mom is so fat now, she looks like a pig from the farm!" my son answered."And your mom's stretch marks look like a bunch of maggots...
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