Years ago, when I was hospitalized after saving Alfie, she visited me every day, bringing soup and calling me her daughter.
But the moment she found out Alfie planned to marry me, her attitude did a complete 180.
After our wedding, she never had a kind word for me. She spent years pressuring him to divorce me.
Eventually, to stop constant fights, Alfie moved out with me.
Back then, he told me, “No matter how bad things get between you and my mom, I will always stand by your side.”
But last night at the dinner table, when Shirley and his family openly mocked me, he sat there in silence.
And that silence shattered something inside me.
I finally understood—his heart no longer belonged to me.
Shirley blushed and lowered her head, acting shy.
My sister-in-law, on the other hand, looped her arm through Shirley’s. “That’s right, Mom! You have no idea how generous Shirley was with her gift yesterday! Not like that stingy blind woman.”
The moment she said it, a wave of bitterness surged through me.
Just six months ago, on her birthday, I gave her a designer handbag worth thousands of dollars. She had clung to me sweetly, calling me ‘sissy’ like I was family.
And now?