Chapter 1
On Our Wedding Night, My Husband Threw a Dirty Towel in My Face and Said, “From Now On, You’re the Maid in This House.”
I thought my wedding day was the beginning of a new life.
I had no idea the nightmare would start before I even took off my dress.
The moment we arrived at Michael’s family home, his mother, Patricia, was waiting in the living room with her arms crossed.
She didn’t smile.
She didn’t hug me.
She just looked me up and down.
Then Michael disappeared into the bedroom and came back holding a dirty towel.
He threw it directly into my face.
I froze.
“What are you doing?”
He laughed.
“From now on, you’re the maid in this house.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to say it was a joke.
Patricia finally spoke.
“He’s right.”
My stomach dropped.
She pointed toward the kitchen.
“Dishes need washing.”
I looked at Michael.
“We just got married three hours ago.”
“And?” he said.
Patricia smiled coldly.
“A good wife serves her husband.”
I slowly removed the towel from my shoulder.
Michael’s expression hardened.
“Don’t start acting difficult already.”
“I’m not your servant.”
He stepped closer.
“You live under my roof now.”
That was strange.
Because Michael had always told me the house belonged to him.
Then Patricia said, “Everything here belongs to this family, including what you brought into the marriage.”
I looked at her.
“What exactly do you mean?”
Michael immediately glanced at his mother.
“Mom.”
But she kept talking.
“The money from your father’s estate will finally make this family comfortable.”
My blood went cold.
I had never told Patricia about my inheritance.
I had barely even told Michael the details.
I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone.
Michael blocked the front door.
“Who are you calling?”
I looked directly at him.
“My lawyer.”
Patricia’s face suddenly changed.
May you like
Then my phone buzzed with a message from my attorney.
It read, “Do not sign anything tonight. Michael’s mother tried to access your trust account this afternoon.”
