After receiving my mom's death certificate, I immediately went to the bank to cancel her credit card.

Just as I stepped out of the bank, my mom's phone rang in my bag.

I pulled it out, and the caller ID said: "Husband."

I pressed answer, and on the other end came an aggressive barrage of questions.

"Why did you stop my card?"

"Do you know how embarrassing it was when I couldn't pay just now? I gave you my salary card, and now you won't even let me use the credit card, will you? Do you even want to lead a life?!"

"Open it for me now, or don't even think about letting me come back!"

It took me a moment to realize that my canceling of my mom's credit card had caused my dad's secondary card to stop working.

I let out a cold laugh. Using my mom's money to support a mistress, yet so shameless and righteous about it—what a sight to behold!

Unbelievable.

"Dad, did you see the message I sent you?" I asked calmly.

"Why is it you? Where's your mom?" My dad sounded confused.

"Answer my question," I said, already losing patience.

His tone turned annoyed. "I saw it. Tell your mom to stop acting—it's pointless."

"Hurry up and give me back access to the account. I've got urgent things to take care of!"

"I find it pointless too, and I'm not the account holder. If you want access, go ask my mom."

No wonder my mom had made canceling the credit card the first condition in her will.

For a moment, my dad was speechless, then he snapped back harshly. "You two are suffocating me."

That same phrase again.

He had often scolded my mom for not having her own life, always revolving around him.

"You're suffocating me!"

He had said that to my mom, his face full of disgust.

"Suffocating? If you're suffocating, go to the hospital for oxygen. What's my mom got to do with it? Is she oxygen?!"

Before he could respond, I hung up the phone and turned off my mom's phone.

In my dad's eyes, a wife is a wife, and a mistress is a mistress. He never considered divorcing my mom, nor did he ever admit to having a mistress.

This was the greatest "loyalty" he gave my mother.

So, he often gave a slap, followed by a sweet reward.

Sure enough, the next day, my dad came looking for me, eagerly inviting me out to dinner.

He had booked the most expensive restaurant in the city and took me to the dining hall, finding an empty seat.

The restaurant was known for its seafood, so I thought my dad had finally had a change of heart and was going to treat me to a grand meal, but he didn't.

He only ordered a few ordinary home-style dishes.

"Is your mom still mad?"

He asked with a stiff face, still unable to lower his pride.

"No, she's not mad anymore." I replied coldly.

"Not mad, but she still won't come eat, will she? She's not even answering my calls." My dad snorted.

"I didn't answer your calls because I was too busy with work this time. Why hold on to this little thing forever?"

"It's fine. No need to answer anymore. You won't need to answer in the future either."

From now on, there will be no more calls.

Neither from my mother, nor from me.

"Why are you talking like that?" My dad was about to blow up, but suddenly seemed to remember something.

His face darkened, and in a low voice, he said, "What did your mom say? When is she going to give me back access to the card?"

So, he hadn't come to apologize or make amends. He had come for money.

"Dad, let me ask you a question first. Can you go to Disneyland while on a business trip?" I laughed.

My dad froze for a second, then, humiliated and enraged, he yelled, "Did your mom investigate me? You know this is an invasion of privacy, don't you?!"

I had thought he would at least feel guilty, but instead, he turned the tables and accused us. Shaking my head, I said, "Let's just eat. No need to waste this meal."

"Your mom is ridiculous! It was just a colleague on the trip, and her son insisted on going. I went along for a bit. Why blow it out of proportion?"

I focused on my meal, ignoring him.

Unable to contain himself anymore, my dad dropped the pretense. "Fine! Then let's end this. Call your mom now—I want a divorce!"