When Chris married me years ago, she cried and apologized, saying their family was too poor to offer me anything meaningful as a bride price.
And now this.
Was she finally feeling guilty on her son’s behalf?
Did she truly believe the Eldridge family owed me?
Or had these ten long years just been her way of testing her daughter-in-law, and now that I had passed, the bracelets were nothing more than a hidden reward?
I could not be bothered to guess.
Instead, I answered steadily, “Mom, thank you for thinking well of me. I do not feel wronged.”
I was not being gracious. I was cold and beyond caring.
Meanwhile, Chris’s mother looked absolutely stricken with guilt.
Gemma’s lips trembled for a long moment before she finally managed, “Get some rest, child.”
In the end, she and Chris were still family.
How could she possibly choose me over her son?
After they all left, Melissa suddenly returned, claiming she had gotten her period.
She shut the door behind her with a sharp click and announced, “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I need to make something clear.”
Then, she pressed a hand against her lower belly, smug satisfaction written all over her face.