My mother-in-law looked at me meaningfully, her words sharp as knives. “You’ve got weak seed and can’t even hold onto your wife. If Melissa hadn’t married Khalil first, you think my daughter would’ve looked twice at you? You still have the gall to sit here and eat? Get upstairs! Just looking at you kills my appetite.”
I had always known that my mother-in-law disliked me.
To her, I was the man Melissa didn’t want—someone clinging pathetically to her precious daughter, a disgrace to Adriana. After so many miscarriages, her disdain for me only deepened.
Still, because she was Adriana’s mother—and because I believed the problem might truly lie with my own body—I swallowed the guilt and endured her scorn.
And Adriana… at least she used to defend me, even if just a little. That was enough to keep me silent.
But now, her heart and attention were entirely on Khalil.
She didn’t even remember I existed.
For a fleeting moment, I wanted to scream the truth, to reveal everything. But in the end, I didn’t.
I had already decided to leave—what point was there in fighting back now?
Wordlessly, I turned and went upstairs.
That’s when I noticed Khalil’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.