"Let her try," my mother-in-law sneered. "What can she possibly do? She put on a brave front that day, but you two were terrified. It’s been days, and there’s been no sign of her. See? Nothing to worry about."
Watching her smug face on the surveillance feed, I was overwhelmed with the urge to burst out and slap her.
"After all these years, she’s always obeyed me. I know her too well. If she can tolerate staying married, it’s better that way. Sure, Patrick and Ria have feelings for each other, but Ria’s circumstances can't compare to Andrea’s. Other than giving us a grandson, Ria doesn’t have much to offer. If Andrea can turn a blind eye and just keep living like this, it wouldn’t be so bad."
Her calculations were meticulous, her plans for her son’s future perfectly laid out.
"To be fair, Andrea isn’t bad," my mother-in-law continued. "Her only mistake was insisting on having just one child. If she’d had a boy, fine—but she had to have a girl. And when she finally got pregnant again, her body failed her, and she lost it..."
Hearing them mention my daughter, Amy, filled me with regret and anguish.