My future mother-in-law demanded my ATM card to pay for the wedding. When I refused, they locked the door and shoved me against the wall. “Hand over the card, or the wedding is off. Who wants s preg/nant woman like you?” she laughed. My fiancé screamed, “We’re about to become family, and you’re still selfish.” They expected tears and surrender. Instead, I looked him straight in the eye, raised my leg, and

face hardened.

“We’re family, Maya. Stop being selfish. I need to look successful in front of investors. You owe us.”

Then Eleanor stepped close enough for me to smell wine on her breath.

Before I could move, she shoved me back against the wall.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs. My hands flew to my stomach.

“Give me the PIN,” Eleanor hissed. “Or continue reading …