The Day My Husband Fetched Me, I Tore the Ticket

My husband spent six years clawing his way into the city, and the day he came back to fetch me to a better life, I tore up the train ticket right in front of the whole village. In my last life, I took that very ticket, carried our son, and followed him into the city. To save on rent, I slept in the kitchen with the child for three years. So he could focus on making his promotion, I glued together paper boxes for people by day and washed the whole family's clothes by night.