At our wedding banquet, my future mother-in-law, Beatrice, imposed three rules on me: I had to hand over my salary, put my future assets in her son’s name, and always put her family before mine. 😮😮
Our civil wedding was not scheduled until Monday. This reception was supposed to be a simple celebration, but my future in-laws finally revealed their true colors.
— Starting tomorrow, your salary will be deposited into a joint account that I will control, Beatrice declared. Every piece of real estate must be in my son’s name. And his family will always come first.
I looked at my fiancé.
— You knew about all this, Marcus?
He looked away before grabbing my wrist roughly.
— Valeria, stop! Apologize to my mother. Don’t humiliate me in front of the executives of my company!
At that moment, I understood everything. The problem wasn’t only his mother. It was the cowardly man who was willing to sacrifice me just to please her.
I pulled my hand away.
— I’m marrying you, Marcus. I’m not becoming your mother’s slave.
His face turned pale.
Then Richard Sterling, the CEO of his company, stood up. He ignored Marcus and Beatrice and walked straight toward my parents’ table.
In front of the entire room, he bowed deeply to my father.
— Mr. Arthur Vance! What an honor to see you here! If I had known you were coming, I would have sent a car for you!
Marcus turned as white as a sheet. Beatrice stood frozen.
They had no idea who my father really was because they had judged him by his modest appearance. But when they discovered who he truly was, they were left speechless, unable to find the words. 😮😮
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Richard Sterling warmly shook my father’s hand.
— Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Vance. Without your investment group, our European expansion would never have been possible.
A murmur swept through the room. Marcus looked at his father, then at his mother.
— You… you knew Mr. Vance?
Beatrice stammered:
— I… I didn’t know…
My father gave her a calm smile.
— That’s exactly the problem. You judged my daughter before even trying to find out who she was.
Richard then turned to Marcus.
— And now I understand why you wanted to marry Valeria so badly.
Marcus went pale.
— It’s not what you think!
I raised my hand.
— Enough. I don’t want this marriage anymore.
The room fell silent.
I took off my ring and placed it on the table.
— You wanted a wife who would obey your mother. She wanted my salary, my assets, and my loyalty. But I wanted a husband who would respect me.
Beatrice tried to approach me.
— Valeria, wait…
I stepped back.
— No. You have shown me exactly what kind of family you are.
My father gently placed a hand on my shoulder.
— Come, my daughter. We’re going home.
I left the reception with my head held high.
