As I came out of the shower, my mother-in-law sneered, โWater canโt wash away who you really are.โ Right after, my husband tore up our wedding album and forced me outside. They didnโt realize my brother, the real owner of my husbandโs company, had just arrived. The moment he saw me, he stepped out of his carโwhat happened next left them speechless.
The day started with a tense silence. My husband, Kenneth, was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, a silent silhouette. When my mother-in-law, Catherine, arrived, the air grew thick. She swept past me with her usual sarcastic remark, then turned to her son with a syrupy voice.
โKenny, honey, you look so pale. Is she not feeding you?โ
Kenneth said nothing. A chill crept over me. This wasnโt the usual morning nagging. Something dark was unfolding. I escaped to the shower.
When I stepped out, wrapped in just a towel, Catherine was blocking the door, her eyes filled with hatred.
โYou canโt wash the rot out of your bloodline,โ she hissed.
Before I could process it, Kenneth appeared. He stormed past me and began tearing our wedding album to shreds. He grabbed my arm, dragged me to the front door, and shoved me out into the courtyard, in full view of our nine-story building. The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.
I stood there. Barefoot, shivering, humiliated. I looked up and saw them in the window, two silent figures watching the show.
And then, I heard a familiar engine. A polished black car stopped. The door opened. My brother, Damian, stepped out.
They had no idea that the polished car belonged to my brotherโthe man who owned the company where Kenneth worked.
Damian took in the sceneโme shivering in a towel, the shredded photos on the groundโwithout a flicker of emotion. He walked straight into the building. The silence that followed was terrifying. Minutes later, he emerged, took off his expensive jacket, and draped it over my shoulders. He didnโt say a word, simply leading me to his car. Only then, before starting the engine, did he look at me.
โHeโs fired,โ he said, his voice quiet, devoid of emotion. โAs of this moment.โ He paused, his gaze fixed on Kennethโs pale figure in the window. โAnd thatโs not all.โ Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI