When my husband’s mistress got pregnant, my entire in-laws’ family told me to leave the house. I simply smiled and said one sentence— and the faces of all six of them fell. They apologized, but it was already too late…
Maria and Adrian loved each other for two years before getting married.
At that time, he was a gentle, sincere man, and I believed I was the luckiest woman alive. Our wedding happened with the blessings of both families.
My mother gave us a three-storey house as a wedding gift — the house was under my name, built from her entire life’s savings.
After becoming a daughter-in-law, I always tried my best to maintain our little family.
My mother-in-law — Lilibeth — was never satisfied with me because I worked at a bank, left early, came home late, and often couldn’t cook. But I never blamed her. I simply tried to adjust myself silently.
