On the first day, my mother-in-law smiled and humiliated me: “In this house you will eat the leftovers”; I didn’t raise my voice, I just obeyed every word until she had to cook alone for the whole family, and then everyone understood that the black notebook hid something much darker.
I understood her hidden plan instantly. She wanted to show me off to the family. If I cooked, she would boast that she had tamed me, and if I refused, she would call me lazy in front of everyone.
I smiled warmly at her.
“Of course, Mrs. Tabitha,” I said. “I will make sure that day is completely unforgettable continue reading …