They Called Me Selfish for Asking Him to Feed His Own Son Chapter 02
I gave everything. Now I’m running on empty. All I asked was for a husband, a father, a son to do the bare minimum.
But to him, that’s me being lazy and making excuses.
Before I can answer, his parents’ door opens.
They heard everything. His mom shakes her head like she’s explaining something obvious. “Clara, this really is your fault. Our son is a famous philanthropist. You should be proud, not trying to scheme for his money.”
“Mom, he’s part of this family too. All I want is for him to think about us once in a while, even while he’s donating. How is that me trying to take his money?”
“And it’s not like the money would be for me. Dad’s heart meds are six hundred bucks a bottle. You’re out of insulin. If we don’t have that money, I can’t afford your prescriptions.”
She waves me off. “That’s enough. We know our own health. Don’t use us as an excuse—you’re just being dramatic and don’t want to work hard.”
His dad snorts. “Seriously. I’ve never seen anyone so selfish. You know why Derek’s famous? Because he gives every last cent away. You asking him to hold some back for the family—that’s just gonna ruin his reputation. He worked hard to earn people’s respect. Instead of following his lead, you’re tearing him down over money?”
They line up like a firing squad, painting me as the villain.
And just like that, I see it clearly.
For years, Derek ran off to charity galas and donation drives every night.
Meanwhile, I juggled work, drove his parents to doctor’s appointments, picked up their meds.
I used my lunch breaks to take them to the hospital.
Every time, his mom would hold my hand and say, “Clara, Derek only cares about his charity. Thank God we have you. Without you, your father and I wouldn’t know what to do.”
His dad would nod. “Good girl. You’ve sacrificed so much. If he ever makes you suffer, you tell us. We won’t let it slide.”
Even Derek would say, “Babe, marrying you was the luckiest thing I ever did. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
They sounded so sincere.
And I believed them.
So I gritted my teeth. Carried everything alone. Because I thought they understood. Appreciated me. Needed me.
I thought once Derek’s charity work stabilized, he’d look back at this family. Share the load. Keep his promise.
But today, I finally get it.
I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Every grateful word, every sweet promise—just pretty lies to keep me quiet.
