"No self-respecting man would choose to marry into his wife's family. You made my son do it, and he can barely hold his head up in front of his colleagues." She pressed a hand to her chest. "I've been here for the birth these past few days, and I've seen how much he's suffered because of this arrangement. It breaks my heart."
Tears glistened in Amelia's eyes.
"I was never there for my son. Now that I see how hard his life is, wanting to fight for a little compensation on his behalf—is that really so wrong?"
"Either let my son have at least one child carrying his name—Darlene Galloway can have more kids later and give them hers—or give my son a house to make up for it!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Jim's eyes reddened. He gazed at his mother with raw, overwhelming gratitude.
But...
All I felt was a knot of resentment burning in my chest.
These past few years, I had done everything I could to make things up to Jim.
When we got married, my family didn't ask for a single dollar in bride price. On top of that, they gave him a dowry worth a million dollars.
I bought him a Mercedes E-Class so he could keep up appearances.