I recognized the voice but wasn’t in the mood to dig deeper.
After all, I wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s affairs, especially when I was this tired. I leaned back, signaling the driver to keep going.
My boyfriend had been away on a business trip I assigned to him, so no one was home to cook.
After a relaxing bath, I settled into the couch, ready to order takeout.
Suddenly, I heard loud banging on the door.
Puzzled, I stood up and opened the door, only to be knocked over as a group of people stormed in.
To my shock, at the forefront was my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Beatrice.
“You filthy tramp! Harper’s been away for only a few days, and you’re already sleeping with another man!” she yelled, kicking me as I struggled to stand.
One of the men shoved a phone in my face, filming everything.
“Look at this whore, everyone! She might look decent, but she’s as wild as they come!”
Enraged, I smacked the phone out of his hand, my hands shaking with anger.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? This is illegal – you can’t just barge in here!”
Beatrice just scoffed, kicking me again.