I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

getting calls. People are asking questions.”

“Good.”

“She could lose her foundation seat.”

“She deserves to lose more than that.”

His expression hardened into something cruel and familiar.

“If you keep this up, I’ll file for divorce and claim emotional instability. You’ve been erratic. Angry. Irrational.”

I studied him quietly.

Then I opened the drawer beside continue reading …