"I'm your father. Living here is only natural. Besides, I haven't bothered you for the bride price, which is considerate enough."
No way, I disagreed.
I immediately called my husband, who was just as shocked. In the end, he could only comfort me.
"What will you do if you kick them out? They have nowhere else to go. Let them stay for now. I'll figure something out when I get back."
After hanging up, I felt like a pile of cotton was stuck in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Dwayne heard my husband on the phone and laughed, feeling quite pleased.
"My son is thinking about me, too. Ariana, I told your mom this house is mine. It's under my name. If not, she wouldn't have married me."
"So, you should be polite to her and not act like the mistress of the house."
Get lost!
Taking advantage of the situation.
I was already annoyed. Letting them stay temporarily was my biggest concession. Do I still have to consider Yvette's face?
It was absurd. I've been married to Scott for years and have never received any help from Dwayne, neither financially nor materially.
It was the late mother-in-law who helped me take care of the child for a few years, and I was grateful for that.