“You don’t want to give money? I’ll get it myself!”
She rummaged through my belongings and pulled out my wallet. Her eyes lit up.
“Well, well! So much cash—and bank cards too!”
“What’s the PIN? Spit it out!”
Furious, I was thundered, “What gives you the right to go through my things?!”
She smirked proudly. “I’m your future mother-in-law. I have every right to go through your stuff!”
Future mother-in-law?
Who gave her the confidence to call herself that?
I had no interest in arguing with her. All I wanted was to leave. I stepped forward, reaching for my bag.
But to my shock, Ivan’s mother suddenly threw herself to the floor with a loud thud.
“Help! She’s killing me! My son’s fiancée is beating up her mother-in-law!”
Ivan rushed over and, without warning—he slapped me across the face.
“Ashley! How dare you lay a hand on my mother?!”
A sharp, burning pain exploded on my cheek. I stood there in complete shock.
We’d been together for three years. He’d always been gentle, and attentive. I never imagined he could hit me.
His mother sat up, clutching her thigh as she cried out dramatically, stirring the crowd.