Seeing that I refused to apologize and even dared to bring up divorce, my mother-in-law exploded with anger. She grabbed a vase from the coffee table and smashed it against my head.
“Your parents must’ve been useless to raise such a rude brat. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
She grabbed an ashtray and smashed it against my head with a loud crack. Her glare was full of hatred as she spat in my face.
“Look at you, pathetic and poor. Raline must’ve been blind to fall for you.”
I held my head, staring coldly at my mother-in-law. Since the Leighton Group bounced back from its crisis, she’d looked at me with more coldness than kindness.
She always believed I wasn’t worthy of marrying Raline; if not for me, her second daughter could have married into another wealthy family, just like her eldest.
But she forgot that she was the one who once held my hand and said I had worked hard, the one who called me the Leighton Family’s savior, the one who said my courage had pulled them out of crisis.
I once knelt in a bank manager’s office, begging for a loan; I stayed in the hospital caring for my business partner’s sick father, fighting to save a lost deal…