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

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me. Open the door.”

Julian’s 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 continue reading …