I met friends for spa days and shopping trips, never coming home before the mall closed.
At night, I walked in with arms full of shopping bags.
“Dad, Mom, Daniel, I bought clothes for you all.”
Those clothes cost less than a thousand in total.
But in another elegant bag was my new handbag—worth over fifty thousand.
My mother-in-law finally lost her temper, leaping up from the couch and pointing at my nose.
“Emily! You don’t earn a cent now, and you’re spending our Carter family’s money! Do you even know how to behave as a daughter-in-law?”
I ignored her and turned to Daniel, looking pitiful.
“Daniel, Mom scolded me again…”
I pouted, eyes brimming with tears.
“Didn’t you say you’d support me? Or… are you saying you can’t afford me anymore?”
One line nearly exposed his entire lie.
“I—I can! Sweetheart, what Mom means is… we need to be more cost-effective when shopping.”
Watching him stubbornly deny it, I sneered inwardly.
His monthly salary was barely eight thousand, not enough even to cover his parents’ daily expenses, let alone to support me.
The family’s luxurious life these past years had been entirely sustained by my income.