Samantha’s marriage to Daniel came with an unavoidable price—his mother, Veronica. From the very beginning, Veronica never tried to hide her disdain. She criticized, m..0.cked, and belittled Samantha at every opportunity.
What should have been a new chapter in Samantha’s life felt like walking into a battlefield she hadn’t signed up for. The tension between them had been simmering since the wedding day itself. Samantha remembered it all too clearly.
Veronica had shown up to the ceremony wearing a long ivory gown with a delicate veil—something disturbingly close to bridal attire. Samantha had silently thanked God she hadn’t arrived in a full wedding dress. Everyone whispered, raising eyebrows, but Veronica smiled as if she were the queen of the event.
It was her subtle way of reminding everyone that she would never let go of her “little boy,” no matter how old he became. Now, two years later, Samantha sat in the passenger seat of Daniel’s car as they drove toward his mother’s house. The silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the tires against the road.
Samantha rested her hands in her lap, staring out the window. The truth was, she was already longing for the return trip home. Veronica despised her.
That much was clear. As they pulled into the driveway, Samantha reluctantly unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, trailing behind her husband. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the performance she would have to give—polite smiles, forced laughter, and swallowing down the sting of Veronica’s insults.
The door flew open before they even reached it. Veronica, dressed in a floral dress with pearl earrings that glinted in the afternoon sun, stood there with her arms outstretched. “Oh, my baby!
You’re finally here!” she exclaimed, clutching Daniel in a suffocating embrace. “I’ve missed you more than you know!”
“Mom,” Daniel laughed awkwardly, prying himself free, “it’s only been a week.”
But the moment Veronica’s gaze shifted to Samantha, her smile evaporated, replaced with the familiar smirk that always made Samantha’s stomach tighten. “Well, Samantha,” she said coolly, scanning her from head to toe, “I see you’ve put on a few pounds since I last saw you.”
Samantha inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to snap back.
Instead, she forced a tight smile. “Good to see you too, Veronica.”
Dinner that evening was excruciating. Veronica launched into her usual commentary about how Samantha was unfit to be Daniel’s wife.
“She doesn’t know how to cook properly,” Veronica said between bites of roast chicken. “She doesn’t work at a respectable place. And her clothes, goodness gracious—does she even try?”
Every word was a dagger, delivered deliberately, her eyes flicking to Daniel as if waiting for him to agree.
Samantha sat stiffly, her fork gripped tightly in her hand. She told herself not to respond, not to give Veronica the satisfaction of a reaction. But then came the final straw—words so cutting that Samantha could no longer keep her composure.
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