The perfect happy family photos felt like a knife stabbing my eyes.
I had given up everything to marry into Brent’s family. I stood by him through every storm. I became the woman behind his success.
And in the end, I was nothing more than a stranger in his life.
Feeling numb, I closed my phone and made a call.
“I’ll take the offer to expand the northwest market. And find me the best divorce lawyer you can.”
At my father-in-law’s birthday party, Shalane arrived in a custom dress, her face glowing and perfectly maintained.
She whispered something that made my in-laws burst into laughter.
The twins, dressed in crisp navy suits with matching ties, looked elegant and adorable.
Regina, my mother-in-law, held their hands, her eyes filled with affection.
Afraid they’d be hungry or thirsty, she had the hotel servants bring out Michelin-star pastries.
When Regina saw me, she barely acknowledged my presence with a grunt and tossed the gift I brought onto the pile without a second glance.
She had never liked me. In her eyes, I was never good enough for her son—just a woman as useless as a hen who couldn’t lay eggs.