"Come on, Rosa. Don't sulk. From now on, just stay home and be a good wife."
"Once you've recovered, we'll start trying for a baby. It's what my mother's always wanted."
"Oh, and since you're going to be a full-time homemaker, I'm bringing my mother here from back home. She was thrilled when she heard you'd agreed to have children. Make sure you treat her well."
Rosamond thought of Bryce's mother, Layla Delgado, and a wave of revulsion washed through her.
Layla had always adored Olympia. The moment she learned Bryce had married Rosamond instead, she'd treated her like a homewrecker who'd stolen her son from his true love.
The woman's tongue was vicious, and her real goal had always been to break Rosamond down.
Washing her feet. Waking at five in the morning to cook for her. Being forbidden from eating at the same table.
In the early months of the marriage, Rosamond had swallowed more humiliation than she could count.
Thankfully, Bryce had sent his mother back before long. Otherwise, Rosamond wasn't sure how much longer she could have endured it.
Bryce noticed her silence and frowned with displeasure.