I Sent My Wife to Sleep in the Storeroom Just Because She Talking Back to His Mother— But the Next Morning, What I Found Left Me Completely Stunned…
Raj believed Anita wouldn’t leave. Her parents lived 500 km away in Davao; she had no money, no one but him. He slept proudly beside his mother, Sharda Devi, who demanded obedience.
Anita, from another city, had promised to be the perfect daughter-in-law—visiting her family once a year. But Sharda blocked every trip. After their son was born, clashes erupted over feeding, sleeping, everything. Raj always sided with his mother.
The breaking point: the baby fell ill. Sharda blamed Anita. Exhausted from nursing all night, Anita refused to cook for Sharda’s guests. Raj, humiliated, dragged her to the dark storeroom—no mattress, no blanket.
Morning came. Anita was gone, suitcase in hand, tears streaming. A neighbor had paid for her taxi. She was heading home to file for divorce and keep their son.
Divorce papers arrived: “Mental cruelty.” Half the property was hers. Raj panicked—he’d lose his child. Relatives condemned him; whispers tarnished the family name.
He begged to see his son. Anita’s voice was ice: “Too late.”
Regret consumed him. The house echoed with silence. His aunt warned: accept it or beg forgiveness—but honor was at stake.
Alone under the stars, Raj faced the truth: he had destroyed his family through blind loyalty. Now he must choose—lose everything, or defy his mother and fight to rebuild what pride had broken.
