The first time I met my mother-in-law, she looked at my wedding ring and sighed.
“Timmy could have done better.”
I tried to laugh, hoping she was joking.
She wasn't.
Throughout our reception, she barely acknowledged me. Whenever Timmy touched my hand, her expression tightened.
That evening, she pulled him aside.
I couldn't hear everything, but I heard one sentence.
“You'll regret marrying her.”
Timmy returned and kissed my forehead.
“Don't worry about Mom.”
I smiled.
“I won't.”
But I noticed something strange.
He wouldn't look me in the eyes.
Later that night, while Timmy showered, his mother's message appeared on his phone.
You don't know who you married.
My stomach tightened.
Then another message arrived.
Ask her what happened seven years ago.
