But my mother-in-law had already grabbed my hair. "Don't lie! In this house only you check your uterus!"
I winced in pain with every pull of my mother-in-law on my hair.
"I'm telling the truth, ma'am, that paper is not mine. And what's the proof that it's mine? Does it have my name on it?" I replied, trying to fight back.
But a hard slap landed on my cheek.
"Son-in-law doesn't know himself. I'm going to tell Dylan that you lied to him!" Said my mother-in-law.
Suddenly, I was surprised when my mother tied my wrists with rope.
"Mom, what are you doing?" my voice trembled.
She dragged me out of the room like an animal. I struggled and cried.
"Mom, please let me go!"
But I knew that no one would help me.
My mother-in-law finally stopped pulling me. My body already felt weak, and my face had probably turned pale.
"Hurry up and tell my son the truth about your womb!" My mother-in-law demanded, pressing het against my mouth.
"I Won't! That piece of paper isn't mine!" I protested.
"Mom, what's going on? Why are you dragging Gisella like this?" asked Dylan, looking confused.
My mother-in-law gave the torn paper to my husband. Dylan's surprised face scared me.