I brought my in-laws home for the New Year, but was humiliated by the mistress

Chapter 1

I secretly brought my parents to my house for Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband.

But as soon as Dad stepped in, he was shoved out the door by my husband’s secretary, hitting the shoe cabinet and hurting his back.

“What kind of bum do you think you are, barging into Mr. Carter’s house? You think you’re good enough to be Mr. Carter’s father-in-law, looking like that?”

I told the maid to help my dad, but the secretary stopped her, even shoving my mom.

“You really think you’re the lady of the house? Mr. Carter hired these maids to serve me, not your good-for-nothing parents!”

Mom had a heart attack right then and there. I called my husband, John, telling him to rush to the hospital.

John didn’t seem to care, saying scornfully, “Ashley told me you brought your parents to my house.”

“And now you want me to go to the hospital because your mom is faking it? Get them out of there!”

“If she dies, she dies. It’s a joyous occasion during the holidays, anyway.”

1.

The phone call ended, and the doors to the operating room opened.

The doctor took off his mask, his expression grim, and handed me a critical condition notice.

My heart sank.

A nurse came to me, softly reminding me to pay for my dad’s hospitalization.

I just remembered then that my dad was also pushed by that jerk Ashley and was still in the ward.

I took out my wallet, ready to swipe my card, only to find that the balance was insufficient.

I tried other cards, but they were all frozen!

Who else could have done this but John?

Burning with rage, I called John again, it wasn’t until the third time that he picked up.

“John! Are you crazy? You froze my cards!”

“Mom and Dad are both in the hospital, waiting for the money to save their lives!”

On the other end of the phone, John’s voice was still cold, “Sarah, this is a lesson for you.”

“We agreed you wouldn’t bring your hillbilly parents here. You broke the promise.”

“That’s your mom! It’s a matter of life and death! Can you please unfreeze the cards first?”

I almost yelled it out, the anxiety and anger erupting like a volcano.

He chuckled, “I knew you only married me for my money!”

“Now, to get money, you’ll make up any excuse.”

“I’m already generous enough to provide for you. Don’t even think about my money!”

“You… you’re unbelievable!”

“Your mom is in critical condition! The doctor issued a critical condition notice!”

“Just come and see for yourself! Maybe… maybe this is the last time…”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and I thought I heard a hint of hesitation in John’s voice.

Just when I thought he might change his mind, Ashley’s voice came from the phone.

“Johnny, they look so ragged, how could they possibly be your parents?”

“Didn’t you say they went to Hawaii a few days ago?”

“If you don’t believe it, there’s another one who’s not sick. Just have him answer the phone, and you’ll know if it’s your dad or not.”

John’s voice instantly hardened: “Sarah, I’m not going to the hospital.”

“Since you say they are my parents, let my dad answer the phone.”

I rubbed my temples, a sense of helplessness washing over me.

Dad fainted when he saw the first critical condition notice.

He’s still unconscious in bed. How am I supposed to wake him up to prove it to his own son?

But now, I seemed to have no choice.

“Wait, he just fainted. I’ll go wake him up.”

I went to my dad’s bed. He was pale, his lips trembling slightly, making indistinct whimpering sounds.

The doctor next to him came over and explained, “He’s been overstimulated and had a mild stroke. He’ll be fine in a few days.”

I said helplessly into the phone, “Your dad had a stroke and can’t speak.”

“Please unfreeze my card first so I can pay the fees.”

“Your excuses are pathetic.”

John sneered and hung up the phone.

I was shaking with anger. I called again, only to find he had blocked me.

Just then, a WeChat message from Ashley popped up. It was a short video.

In the video, she and John were kissing passionately in the office.

“Stop calling, disturbing others’ fun time is a deadly sin.”

Ashley’s text was full of provocation and mockery.

My eyes stung, and I stared at the video in disbelief.

My once tender and affectionate husband was now so intimate with another woman.

But now wasn’t the time for sadness. My parents were still waiting for the money to save their lives.

Even if it wasn’t for John, I had to save them.

After all, they had always been good to me.

I started borrowing money everywhere, calling friends, relatives, even some business acquaintances I wasn’t very close to.

However, the responses I received made me feel more and more desperate.

“Sarah, you know, my business isn’t doing well either, I really can’t spare any money right now…”

“Sarah, my funds are tight lately, I’m afraid…”

One after another, polite rejections drained me.

I couldn’t help but press a friend I usually had a good relationship with.

Only then did I learn that John had actually posted a message on his social media.

He said that whoever lent me money was against him, and the money would never be returned.

Unbelievable, he could be so heartless.

I lowered my posture again, trying to explain nicely to my relatives that I would definitely pay them back, begging them to help me.

But they still refused, some even blocked me directly.

Desperate, I sat slumped on a bench in the hospital.

2.

Since I hadn’t been back to Springfield to celebrate Christmas with my parents for the past two years, they missed John a bit.

To give John a surprise and to make up for the past two years, I brought them to Houston, hoping for a family reunion for Christmas.

Who knew the surprise would turn into a shock.

As soon as my parents entered the house, they weren’t greeted with warm hugs but with a bucket of dirty water.

Ashley stood in the hallway, looking at us with disgust.

“What kind of beggars dare enter Mr. Carter’s house?”

“Sarah, are these your parents?”

“They really are hillbillies. They smell like dirt, it’s disgusting!”

I suppressed my anger and quickly wiped the dirty water off my parents’ clothes.

Mom has a fiery temper and couldn’t stand this kind of insult. She immediately retorted, “Who are you? You have no manners! You keep calling my Sarah a hillbilly!”

Instead of restraining herself, Ashley escalated the situation, picking up a ceramic ornament and throwing it at Mom.

I reacted quickly and blocked it, the ornament grazing my hand as it flew past.

Although it didn’t hit Mom, my hand was cut by the sharp edge, and blood gushed out.

Ashley stepped forward triumphantly and declared arrogantly, “I’m the future mistress of this house, Mr. John Carter’s current girlfriend.”

“Your Sarah will soon be kicked out, you old hag!”

My parents were so shocked they couldn’t speak.

They never imagined that their son, whom they had always been proud of, would do such a disgraceful thing.

Dad trembled with anger and stepped forward to reason with Ashley.

But Ashley pushed him away, and he crashed heavily into the shoe cabinet.

“What kind of bum dares enter Mr. Carter’s house? How dare you be Mr. Carter’s father-in-law, looking like that?”

Ashley laughed scornfully, her voice full of mockery.

Dad groaned in pain, his face pale.

I supported Dad while anxiously calling for the maid to help.

But the maid, who was usually respectful to me, acted deaf to my calls.

Ashley blew on her nails disdainfully, as if brushing away something dirty.

“Someone, tie these three hillbillies up and throw them in the snow to roll around, wash off the bad luck!”

The maids swarmed up.

Mom stood in front of Dad and me, shouting hoarsely, “Don’t you dare! John Carter is my…”

Before she could finish, Ashley pushed her away. She stumbled a few steps and fell into the snow.

My eyes were bloodshot. I wanted to rush over, but two maids held me down tightly.

They roughly tied us up with ropes, like dragging dead dogs, and dragged us out of the villa into the snow.

It was snowing heavily in Houston, with a thick layer of snow crunching underfoot.

I was thrown into the snow, the icy water instantly soaking my thin clothes, the biting cold making me shiver.

Ashley stood at the villa’s entrance, a playful smile on her face.

She clapped her hands, and the maids immediately understood.

They started grabbing the snow on the ground, forming snowballs, and throwing them at us.

The snowballs hit me, icy and painful. What made me feel even more humiliated was the feeling of being treated like a toy.

I struggled desperately, yelling, “Stop! They are John Carter’s parents!”

However, my shouts were drowned out by the wind and snow, and no one paid attention to my protests.

The snowballs kept coming, hitting my face and body.

My face felt burning hot, and my body started to numb.

Dad was old and not in good health. After being tossed around like this, his face was pale, and his lips were purple.

Mom couldn’t stand the humiliation and cold either. She kept cursing Ashley, her emotions agitated.

Suddenly, Mom’s voice stopped abruptly.

I saw her face turn blue and purple, her body began to convulse violently, and then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

“Mom!”

I shouted in horror, struggling desperately to check on her.

The maids next to me were also frightened by Mom’s sudden fainting. They stopped and looked at each other.

I seized the opportunity to break free, crawled to Mom’s side, and kept calling her name.

Mom’s breathing became weaker and weaker, and her face became paler and paler.

I was anxious, constantly begging the maids around me to help call an ambulance.

Perhaps Mom’s condition scared them, and finally, someone ran to call an ambulance.

Ashley stood at the door, watching all this with a disdainful smile still on her face.

She looked down at me and said, “Consider yourself lucky to have a mom who gets sick.”

“Get out of here and don’t dirty my place!”

3.

Dad lay in the hospital bed, silently shedding tears.

He clutched my hand tightly, his knuckles white, his lips trembling, but he couldn’t say anything.

My heart felt like it was blocked by a giant stone, heavy and suffocating.

I resented John’s cruelty and thought about just giving up.

But looking at Dad’s desperate eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I had to find John and make him take responsibility.

I rushed into John’s office, and the scene before me froze me in place.

Ashley was sitting on John, wearing only a men’s shirt, the collar wide open.

They were disheveled, their hair messy, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Seeing me, John didn’t show any panic but instead smiled contemptuously.

I bit my lip hard to stop myself from venting my heartache.

But my eyes still turned red, and tears blurred my vision.

“Oh, what’s this? Playing the affectionate role again?”

“Trying so hard to unfreeze your credit card?”

He slowly pushed Ashley away, stood up, and stood before me.

He lit a cigarette and slowly blew the smoke into my face.

The pungent smell of smoke made me cough.

He knew I couldn’t stand the smell of smoke, and he never used to do this.

I suppressed my anger and asked as calmly as possible, “How many times do I have to tell you that they are your parents? Why won’t you go and see them?”

“You’re a habitual liar. Why should I believe you? Maybe it’s another one of your tricks to get my money.”

I threw Mom’s critical condition notice in his face: “Look clearly whose name is written on it!”

He didn’t even look at it, stepping on the notice with his foot and slapping me.

“Such a good actress. Now you even use props.”

“If you have this much energy, why don’t you learn from Ashley and please me? You could get any amount of money.”

“You’re using the wrong tactic.”

I didn’t want to hear his disgusting words anymore, so I turned to leave.

“Did I say you could go?”

John came over, grabbed my arm, and pressed me hard to the ground.

I struggled desperately, but it was useless.

“John, are you crazy? What are you doing?”

The tip of Ashley’s high heel ground hard on my face, the thin heel as if it would pierce my skin.

John turned a blind eye, even tacitly approving.

“Where are you going? Don’t want the money anymore?”

“That’s not right. You used to be very good at getting money. Why are you acting all noble now?”

My cheeks burned, humiliated blood rushing to my head.

“Let me go! You don’t want to save your parents, so what’s the point of bringing up the past?”

I squeezed these words out through gritted teeth, every word filled with anger and helplessness.

“Unrepentant, and cursing my parents!”

John pressed harder on my face, the heel leaving a clear mark.

I felt like my face was about to be crushed, and breathing became difficult.

Ashley watched with amusement and came over to kick me in the stomach.

I cried out in pain, curled up on the ground, my stomach churning.

John just watched coldly, without a shred of pity.

“Johnny, why are you tying her up here?”

Ashley snuggled up to John, her hands wandering restlessly over his body.

John chuckled and put his arms around Ashley’s waist, whispering in her ear, “Keep her here and see how good you are, how well you can serve me.”

“Let her out, and who knows what tricks she’ll come up with to disgust me again.”

I lay on the ground like a dead dog, listening to their disgusting conversation, my heart filled with despair and anger.

John and Ashley’s flirting became more and more explicit, and my heart grew colder and colder.

My parents were still in the hospital, their lives hanging by a thread, and I was trapped here.

I even started to regret bringing them here on impulse.

If they were still back home, at least they could have a peaceful Christmas.

Dad’s medical expenses hadn’t been paid, and he had been moved to the hospital corridor.

Now, with the cold wind howling, how could his aging body endure it?

Sharp pains shot through my abdomen, and I felt like I was about to pass out.

Just then, John’s phone rang.

He answered impatiently and put it on speaker.

“John…”

A weak and anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

John froze for a moment, then exclaimed, “Dad? Why are you calling me from an unknown number?”