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

funding this entire circus, and I’m done.”

I stood, grabbed my purse, and turned toward the door.

“If you want lobster and orchids, Eleanor, pay for them yourself.”

I expected yelling.

I didn’t expect the mask to fall.

Eleanor’s fake smile vanished. She stood quickly, her face twisted with anger.

“Sit down, Maya,” she ordered. “You are not leaving.”

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