My Husband Put His Mother In Our Luxury SUV And Forced Me To Take The Bus 5 Days After A C-Section. “Don’t make a scene,” he told me. I stayed silent, looked at the 50 pesos in my hand, and dialed the number he should never have caused.

“This is enough for the bus. Hurry up, my mother is already waiting for us for lunch.”

I stood motionless outside the hospital entrance, my five-day-old son held firmly against my chest. The fresh pain from my C-section incision throbbed brutally, like a slow fire burning under my skin.