PART 1
MY SISTER-IN-LAW TOOK OVER OUR MASTER BEDROOM FOR HER POSTPARTUM RECOVERY—SO I VOLUNTEERED TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH. THE NEXT MORNING, THE WHOLE FAMILY WAS STUNNED.
"The master bedroom?" I repeated, looking at my husband. "You mean... our bedroom?"
"Yes," Daniel replied without hesitation. "Emily needs it more. It has a private bathroom, which will make things much easier while she's recovering. You can sleep in the living room... or on the couch. It's only for a month."
His older sister, Emily Carter, cradled her twelve-day-old daughter in silence. She lowered her eyes, but I still caught the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
From the kitchen, my mother-in-law, Margaret Carter, walked out with a dish towel in her hands.
"Olivia," she said gently, "Emily had a C-section. She's still in pain, and this is her first baby after years of trying. You two are young. Giving up your room for a month isn't a big sacrifice."
I quietly set my suitcase on the floor and looked at the three of them.
Margaret had been an elementary school teacher before retiring. She had always favored her daughter over her son.
Daniel, my husband, was eight years younger than Emily.
Emily had struggled with infertility for six years before finally giving birth. Because her husband's family couldn't provide much support, Margaret insisted she recover at our home.
I took a slow breath before smiling.
"Of course. Emily can have the master bedroom."
Daniel blinked, clearly surprised.
"Really?"
"Really."
I walked into our bedroom and calmly began packing my clothes.
One by one, I folded everything neatly into my suitcase.
Daniel lingered at the doorway.
"Olivia... don't be upset. Emily just—"
"I'm not upset."
My voice was so calm that even I barely recognized it.
"You're right. A new mother and a newborn should have the most comfortable room."
His shoulders relaxed.
He reached out to help.
"Let me—"
"No."
I stepped aside.
"You should go check if your sister needs anything."
After hesitating for a moment, he left.
Soon I heard him tell Emily,
"She agreed. You can move in now."
Emily answered softly,
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"It's fine," Daniel laughed.
"Olivia's always so understanding."
Understanding.
I zipped my suitcase closed and looked at myself in the mirror.
Then I smiled.
My name is Olivia Bennett.
I'm thirty years old and work as a senior audit manager for an international accounting firm.
For three years, I believed I had one of the happiest marriages among my friends.
Daniel was thoughtful, gentle, and rarely lost his temper.
My mother-in-law had traditional views, but since we didn't live together, we'd always managed to stay polite.
Everything changed when Emily moved in.
No one asked for my opinion.
Daniel simply informed me.
"Just letting you know."
I stayed silent.
Then Emily complained that the guest room didn't get enough sunlight.
Daniel immediately emptied my home office so she could use it for storage.
I stayed silent.
Now...
Even my own bedroom belonged to someone else.
I wheeled my suitcase into the guest room before walking back to the living room.
The cream-colored couch sat exactly where Daniel and I had proudly placed it on our third wedding anniversary.
I laid down and tested it.
It wasn't comfortable...
But it would do.
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked when he came out.
"Sleeping here."
I smiled.
"The guest room can be used by the postpartum caregiver. I'll stay on the couch. It'll be easier if I need to get up at night to boil water."
He stared at me with a conflicted expression.
"I owe you one," he finally said.
"When Emily leaves, I'll take you somewhere nice for dinner."
"Sounds good."
I closed my eyes.
"I'm tired."
That night, cold air from the air conditioner brushed across my face.
On the coffee table sat a pink baby bottle Daniel had specially bought because Emily liked pink.
During three years of marriage...
Whenever I got sick...
The only thing Daniel ever said was,
"Drink more warm water."
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The next morning...
The baby's cries woke me before sunrise.
My lower back ached after spending the night on the couch.
As I made breakfast, Daniel came out carrying the baby.
"You're already awake?"
"It's 6:30."
I cracked two eggs into a pan.
"I'm making breakfast. What does Emily want to eat?"
"She wants fish soup... Mom said she'd buy fresh fish."
"I'll go."
Daniel looked at me strangely.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"The couch was better than I expected."
He returned to the bedroom.
Moments later, I heard him reassuring Emily,
"Don't worry. Olivia already went to buy the fish."
When breakfast was finished, my mother-in-law suddenly asked,
"Olivia, what time are you leaving for work next week?"
I calmly put down my chopsticks.
"I'm not going to the office."
"I'll be in Shenzhen for two weeks on a major business project."
The table fell silent.
Daniel frowned.
"Can't you ask your company to postpone it? My sister still needs help."
"No."
I met his eyes.
"I've already accepted the assignment."
"I've booked my flight."
No one spoke.
Finally I stood up.
"I've also hired a professional postpartum caregiver."
"I'll pay for everything."
Then I picked up my keys and walked out the front door.
Outside, my phone buzzed.
It was my best friend.
How's your impossible sister-in-law? Has she left yet?
I replied with one sentence.
No. I moved to the couch instead.
Her answer came back instantly.
WHAT?! Olivia... have you completely lost your mind?
I smiled without replying.
No.
I wasn't crazy.
I simply wanted to see...
How much further they would go... once I stopped saying no.
