The daughter-in-law earns ₱67,000 a month, but refuses to pay her father-in-law’s hospital bills of ₱27,000 – a statement that shocked the entire family

My father suddenly had a stroke and was rushed to a big hospital in Delhi. Red lights were flashing, doctors and nurses were running around in the emergency room. I was standing in the hallway, my heart pressed as if someone had pressed it. The hospital bill used to run into thousands of rupees every day, and today I needed ₱27,000.

My mother hugged the pile of bills, tears streaming down her face:
— “My children… I don’t know where to go…”

I clenched my fists and looked at my wife, Priya. She was a senior manager with a monthly salary of ₱67,000, and had no dearth of money. I was sure that if I asked her, she would feel free to ask.

My voice trembled:
“Priya… Can you help me pay ₱27,000 for dad? He is in a very critical condition, if he can survive today.”

Priya smiled slightly, her eyes as cold as ice:
“Where to get rice to feed the wild fowl?”

The wind seemed to freeze. The words went cold like a knife.

My mother was stunned, her hands trembling:
— “What did you just say, dear? This is your father-in-law, who loves you like a daughter in the family.”

Priya interrupted, her voice cold:
“That’s it, Mom! The same thing happens with father-in-law or anyone else. I go to work, I earn money, I have the right to spend it for myself and my children. I am not an ATM machine to feed my husband’s entire family!”

I screamed loudly, my eyes red with anger:
— “Priya! Do you understand me and this family? Your father is lying there, struggling for every breath, and you still stand there looking indifferently?”

Priya crossed her arms, her eyes filled with contempt:
“If you want to pay, take it yourself. I still have to think about my child’s future. Don’t expect me to take money for anyone else, even your father. ”

At that moment, the doctor came out, his voice louder:
“If you don’t give ₱27,000 immediately, we will be forced to stop the special medicine.” ”

My mother fell into the chair and sobbed:
“Oh my God… My child, what can I do?”

I shuddered and pulled out my phone, begging all my friends and colleagues to borrow money, tears flowing. Meanwhile, Priya was still standing there, her eyes cold, as if she were watching a play that had nothing to do with her.

A few days later, borrowing from everywhere, I somehow managed to accumulate a lot of money. My father was out of danger but still lying motionless, needing treatment for a long time. I returned home exhausted, hoping that Priya would at least ask about him. But she sat in front of the mirror, smiling faintly:

“See? You can take care of yourself without me. Then don’t blame me for being heartless. ”

I was speechless, then choked:
— “I didn’t expect you to be so heartless. I still thought we were a family.”

Priya turned around, her eyes as sharp as knives:
— “Family? The family should be clean! I make money, I have the right to make decisions. You take care of my parents. I don’t have any responsibility. ”

I screamed, my voice breaking into despair:
— “If you treat my parents like strangers, don’t blame me one day… I’ll treat you like strangers!”

There was silence in the house. The ticking of the clock sounded like a blow to the heart.

That night, I sat by my son’s bedside watching him fall into a deep sleep. I was thinking: When he grows up, how will he look at his parents? A helpless father, a careless mother…

The next morning, when I returned to the hospital, my mother pulled me aside, her voice choked:
“Son… Having a wife who is rich in money but cold in love will hurt you even more. Think again, before it’s too late. ”

I froze. That sentence echoed in my mind like a warning.

Maintaining this marriage means losing love. But if I leave it… Will I be able to find peace for both myself and my Son?

I know this question… One day I will have to face it.

Part 2: When Cruelty Is Exposed – Priya Confronts the Whole Family

My father was still lying motionless in the hospital room, the oxygen tube beeping constantly. After many sleepless nights, I was exhausted. However, when I entered the house, I saw Priya sitting on the sofa, both hands folded, face cold.

He said in a bitter voice,
“How long will you live like this? Every day, hospital fees, medicines. Are you going to make money for that sick old man for the rest of my life?”

I clenched my fists, my voice trembling:
— “Priya! How many times have I told you, your father is your life? He’s not just your father, he’s my father-in-law too. How can you say such words?”

Priya sarcastically said,
“I’m telling the truth. I didn’t get married to raise someone else. If you don’t understand, take it yourself!”

My mother came out of the kitchen, her eyes red from crying for days. His voice trembled, but firm:
“Priya, I have tolerated you for so long, but today I have to say plainly: If you treat your in-laws like strangers, then you don’t deserve to live in this house. ”

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Priya jumped up and screamed:
“Did you dare to take me out? I am Raj’s wife, your grandson’s mother! No one has the right to kick me out!”

I stepped forward and stood between them:
— “That’s it! This is not the way for a family to talk to each other!”

My mother burst into tears:
“Raj, listen to me. Having a cold wife will only make you even more miserable. I’d rather see you alone than to see you slowly dying in anger. ”

I was speechless. Priya turned with a sarcastic smile:
— “Did you hear Raj? Your mother wants me to go, so you choose! On one side is your mother, on the other is your wife. Let’s see how you decide!”

The sound of the ceiling fan above was pricking in my mind. I looked at my mother, tears rolling down her cheeks. I turned to Priya, her eyes cold, waiting for the verdict.

It was as if my heart had been torn in two.

I cried out, my voice choked with bitterness:
— “Why do you have to choose? It should be a family, where love and sacrifice go together. But you… You turned it into a battlefield!”

Priya crossed her arms, a look of protest on her face:
“If you don’t choose, get a divorce! I’ll take the baby, and don’t expect to see him ever again!”

My mother was stunned, clutching her chest, choking:
— “Oh my God…”

I ran to support my mother, my heart aching. There was only one question in my mind:

Do I have the courage to leave my spoiled marriage, save peace for my mother and myself?

Part 3: A Life and Death Decision – Divorce or Family Survival?

That night, after that terrible argument, the house seemed to be plunged into a murderous silence. I was sitting in the living room, a yellow light shining on my tired face. Inside, my mother was sobbing in her room. Upstairs, Priya closed the door, a challenging silence ensued.

I felt like the whole world was putting pressure on me.

The next morning, when I returned to the hospital, the doctor came out, his voice sad:
—”The patient is out of danger, but he needs treatment for a long time. It can cost up to lakhs of rupees. ”

I faltered, my eyes darkened. My mother held my hand tightly, suffocating:
— “My child, if Priya doesn’t want to carry this burden with you, will you be able to carry it alone?”

This question was like a stab in my heart.

Last Meeting

That night, I decided to open up to Priya. I went into the room, she was sitting in front of the mirror with lipstick, not even looking at me.

I tried to stay calm:
“Priya, let’s be clear. Your father needs treatment for a long time. I want both of us to take care of it together, because it’s the responsibility of both of us. ”

Priya laughed sarcastically, and turned around:
“Raj, you still don’t understand? I won’t spend money. If you want to save your father, sell your land, or borrow more. Don’t ever look at me. ”

I was silent, then choked up:
— “You thought we were a family… But now I know that you and your parents are just a burden to me. ”

Priya came up to her and said plainly:
“Which family? I married you because I thought you could give me and my child a good life. But look… You’re just a weak person, always begging for your parents. I don’t want to live among sick and poor people!”

These words thundered like lightning in my ears. I shuddered with rage.

“Priya! Do you still have a heart? If you consider your parents a burden, then… I can’t live with you. ”

She laughed out loud, her voice full of challenge:
— “You dare to divorce me? Do you know the meaning of divorce? I’ll take the baby. You’re going to lose everything!”

My mother came in through the door, her voice choked but firm:
“Priya, rich in money but poor in love, sooner or later she will take revenge on herself. Raj, if you still have self-respect, let it go. Don’t suffer from this cruelty all your life. ”

Defining moment

I was standing between two women – one was a tearful old mother, the other a wife with sharp eyes like a knife. My whole body was trembling, my heart was pounding.

Finally, I raised my head, my voice breaking:
“Priya, it’s over. You choose mother, choose father, choose peace for yourself. You can take the child away, but remember: one day, the child will ask why your parents separated. And when that happens, the truth will stop you from raising your head. ”

Priya was stunned, her lips quivered, then she cried out:
“Raj! You’ll regret it! I swear you’ll regret it!”

She tore the old marriage certificate and threw it on the ground and left the house, the sound of her slippers echoing like a knife in the air.

My mother hugged me and sobbed:

“My child, you did the right thing. Sometimes, letting go is not because you are weak, but because you deserve peace. ”

I held my mother’s hand tightly, my eyes filled with tears. In my heart, I felt both pain and relief. I knew that this decision had ended a marriage full of lies… And opened up a new path – a path that might still be difficult, but at the very least, my heart was no longer bound by the nostalgic coldness.