A mother-in-law With No Sense of Boundaries

Matthew managed to shorten his business trip and explained to me, "Sherry, I had to go on a business trip for about a week, and I asked mom to take care of you. I only recorded her fingerprints for your sake."

Okay, it turned out to be my fault again.

"If you don't believe me, I'll delete her fingerprints right away," he said.

As he spoke, he opened the fingerprint lock management interface and clicked on the delete button of Margaret's fingerprints, but he glanced at my expression and hesitated to click.

I sat on the bed and sneered at him. "What, you won't even pretend to listen to me? It's too troublesome to delete the fingerprint and then input it again. It's more troublesome than fooling me, right?"

Perhaps my objection was too firm, he immediately deleted her fingerprints and confessed his loyalty to me. "That's impossible. I was just afraid that you would be sad, so I wanted to see you more and care about you."

I looked at his feet expressionlessly. He was stepping on our broken wedding picture, and the smile of us on it was more terrible than a crying face.

Meanwhile, Margaret was peeking in at the door, and I suddenly felt tedious arguing with him again and ended our conversation rashly.

She immediately pulled him to the living room and reprimanded him. "Matthew, how could you listen to whatever your wife says? Do I have to register when I enter the neighborhood and get her permission to enter your house?"

Matthew looked back at the bedroom and lowered his voice. "Mom, calm down. I'll put your fingerprint into the lock again. Remember to be careful next time and don't let Sherry find out."

Margaret was unhappy. "I'm so pathetic. Why do I still have to be under her control?"

"I can't help it. Her father stopped the meeting and told me to solve the problems at home before returning to the company. If she is still angry about it, I will lose my job!"

She complained, "Is there anyone who will deal with his abuse of power in the company?"

Matthew smiled bitterly, "He is the chairman. I still have to please Sherry first so that I can get promoted faster."

"But this is also a good thing. The more the Nelson family values her, the more resources we can get from them in the future," he said.

Margaret was deeply moved and hugged her son. "Good boy. You have sacrificed too much to our family."

He clenched his fist and said, "Mom, when I am powerful enough in the company and her home, I promise to let her kneel in front of you and wash your feet."

Margaret looked delighted at once. "That's great. A spoiled young lady like her needs to suffer before she knows how to respect her husband's mother."

Not long after I got married, Margaret indeed asked me to wash her feet.

I thought she asked me to bring some water for her to wash her feet on her own and also got me some water to wash mine.

However, Margaret splashed the water and started to blame me, "I said I wanted to wash my feet! You should wash them for me."

After realizing what she meant, I immediately refused. "No way, I haven't even washed my parents' feet. If you really want that, you can go to a foot massage place. It's not expensive, after all."

Margaret asked for Matthew's help with her eyes.

But at that time, he was reporting something about work to my father on the phone and dared not back his mother.

The trivial matter in my heart later became an enormous humiliation to Matthew and Margaret, and they stuck to the idea of revenging on me as soon as possible.

I heard the fingerprint recording buzz on the lock; Matthew was recording his mother's fingerprints again.

And he thought I couldn't hear that!

Lying on the bed, I opened my eyes wide and looked at the ceiling, letting the tears flow down my cheeks, wetting my collar and pillow.

The tears I shed now were all the water that entered my brain before marriage.

My family bought me a house early on because they hoped that no matter what happened in my marriage, I would have a way out and not be coerced.

Never had I expected that I would end up living like a rat in my own house.

Now, I had to wear underwear at home, close the door when going to the toilet, and wash my underwear by hand. I was always on my toes, afraid that if I relaxed for a second, Margaret would curse me for not being a good girl.

It was really hard for them as they had to face a "bad girl" like me all the time.

Now that my tears had dried, I would let them taste the feeling of living in fear at home!

Jack: [Ms. Nelson, Margaret has come into the neighborhood with some friends.]

The guard, Jack Moore, sent me a message. Here came my chance!