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.

wife,” Mrs. Tabitha said, her wine-colored evening dress still looking immaculate. “And in this family, there are rules that we always follow. Young women must learn their proper place by serving others.”

I smiled gently at her words. I did not smile out of submission, but because I immediately understood exactly what was happening in that room.

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