Daniel chose his mother after she humiliated me at dinner. I walked out without fighting back because at noon, I was coming back with proof that their beloved mansion was legally mine.
Daniel’s mother did not spill the bowl by accident.
She lifted it, looked directly at me across the dining table, and dumped hot beef stew into my lap.
The room fell silent.
Then Patricia smiled.
“Poor girls should remember their place.”
My dress stuck to my legs. Gravy dripped onto the marble floor. Daniel’s sister covered her mouth,
