At Fil’s Funeral, My Husband After Getting His $3m, Yelled, “I Don’t Need You Anymore! Get Out Now!”

A Shocking Announcement

The passing of my father-in-law was already a difficult reality to come to terms with, but what my husband Liam said next was utterly staggering.

“Let’s get divorced now that I’ve received the inheritance. I don’t need you as my financial support anymore.” he said next.

For a moment, I was speechless.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“I just inherited about $3 million from my dad so I don’t need to rely on you financially,” Liam flashed a smug smile and said.

He then began to voice his frustrations about me.

“Do you have any idea how much you’ve embarrassed me? I had high expectations because my dad arranged our marriage.” he said.

“I thought I’d be getting someone extraordinary but instead I got someone so ordinary.” he continued.

“And why did you agree to marry me then? You could have just said no,” I countered.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? It was for the money. Who else would marry someone like you?” he said.

His words were cruel. I was stunned into silence for a moment but I gathered my thoughts quick.

“Fine, here are the divorce papers.” I said.

I agreed to the divorce but kept something crucial from Liam, something I hoped he would deeply regret later.

The Foundations of Our Marriage

My name is Teresa. I’m 39 years old and I run a fashion company.

I married Liam, who is 3 years my junior, 3 years ago. Our marriage was arranged by his father, Mr. Willie, the CEO of a company I’ve collaborated with for many years.

Liam, being an only child, was initially poised to succeed his father. However, he showed little interest and lacked the necessary skills, so he was soon out of the running for the position and settled into a regular job instead.

What drew me to Liam initially was his easygoing nature. Growing up, people often told me I was too serious and lacked spontaneity.

I was frequently praised for being diligent, but sometimes people considered me too rigid. Some of my ex-boyfriends even complained.

“You’re not fun. It’s like I’m dating a boss,” they said.

These comments were disheartening, but I always wondered if perhaps I was indeed too serious. Being labeled as inflexible was not uncommon for me.

I struggled to take things lightly and often became too absorbed in details. To me, Liam seemed to belong to a completely different world.

On our first date, he had suggested a restaurant but when we arrived it was closed. I would have been flustered by such an unexpected situation, but not Liam.

“Let’s just go to that diner over there,” he said, effortlessly changing plans.

For someone as structured as me, his adaptability was eye-opening. I thought that by being with him I could also learn to be more flexible, and that’s why I decided to marry him.

Early Doubts and a Refusal to Work

Many were skeptical about our marriage, some even suggesting I could do better. Even Mr. Willie, my father-in-law, didn’t seem thrilled.

“Are you sure you want to take on my son? It feels like I’m burdening you with him,” he once said to me.

Despite my initial belief in Liam’s potential, doubts began to surface not long after our marriage. Shortly after our wedding, Liam unexpectedly quit his job and he didn’t bother to discuss it with anyone.

He simply stopped showing up. When both I and Mr. Willie confronted him about his sudden decision, his response was unsettling.

“Why do I need to work if Teresa is earning enough for both of us?” he stated nonchalantly.

Both his father and I were so taken aback by his audacity that we were momentarily speechless. Why would he decide to depend entirely on my income?

On our first date, a similar display of his carefree attitude had charmed me. He had suggested a restaurant, but upon finding it closed, he casually proposed we go to a nearby diner instead.

While such a change in plans would have unsettled me, Liam’s ease of adapting had seemed refreshing. I thought his flexibility might help me become less rigid, which influenced my decision to marry him.

The Reality of a Freeloader

Many had reservations about our union, even suggesting I could find a better match. Mr. Willie, my father-in-law, seemed particularly concerned.

“Are you sure you want to take this on? It feels like I’m burdening you with him,” he asked me.

At the time, I felt that no one truly appreciated Liam’s value. However, their warnings soon proved prescient.

Liam’s reluctance to work became a recurring issue. Despite numerous discussions where even Mr. Willie tried to intervene, Liam’s mindset remained unchanged.

“Even if I work, I can’t earn as much as Teresa does,” he would argue.

Shortly after we married, he brazenly embraced the role of a freeloader. I considered divorcing him then.

Such behavior might have been endearing from a young man in his 20s, but coming from a man nearing 38, it was deeply problematic. Eventually, we reached a reluctant compromise that Liam would handle the household chores.

It turned out that Liam’s parents had divorced a few years earlier. Before their separation, Liam’s mother had also struggled with similar issues.

It seemed the pattern of avoidance and dependency might have been deeper rooted in Liam than I had initially realized. This revelation only added to the complexity of our situation, leaving me to ponder the true dynamics of our relationship and Liam’s character.

Household Struggles and an Unexpected Addition

Liam often used his lack of domestic upbringing as an excuse for his inability to manage household tasks.

“I never learned any of this from my mother. She couldn’t do anything around the house,” he would say.

Despite these initial shortcomings, with consistent praise and guidance from me, Liam gradually got the hang of basic chores. However, he never became particularly adept at them.

Still, he seemed quite satisfied with his progress.

“Thanks to me taking care of the house, Teresa can focus on work. You should be grateful,” he often remarked with a hint of pride.

His confidence, though slightly irritating, wasn’t something I wanted to challenge frequently.

“Yes, Liam, I appreciate your help,” I’d respond, mustering a smile.

Though there were times his attitude annoyed me, we generally coexisted quite harmoniously. About a year into our marriage, a significant event unfolded.

My father-in-law, who was not known for impulsive decisions, adopted an 8-year-old boy named Brian. Brian appeared to be an ordinary boy but knowing my father-in-law, there had to be a compelling reason behind his action.

The Secret About Brian

One day I asked him about it in private. He made me promise to keep the conversation confidential before revealing the truth.

Brian was the son of a close employee who had died tragically in an accident along with his wife. They had eloped, and with no close relatives to care for Brian, he would have been placed in foster care.

Understanding his decision, I responded.

“That’s very kind of you.” I said.

Although Liam and I didn’t have children and enjoyed considerable freedom, I reassured my father-in-law of my support.

“Please rely on me if you need anything,” I said.

He smiled warmly, grateful for my offer. As promised, he did turn to me for help occasionally, especially on nights when he was unable to return home due to work or other commitments.

I took care of Brian during these times. Initially, Brian was a bit reserved, but he soon began to feel comfortable around me.

Observing his efforts to adapt and fit in was touching. Liam, however, did not share my feelings.

He seemed displeased with Brian’s presence in our lives, which was understandable to some extent given his complex feelings about his father bringing another child into our home. Liam’s reluctance to embrace Brian made me consider the deeper layers of his discontent.