Love and Money Are Difficult to Balance

Damian's mother continued to yell, "Hey! Damian, look! I told you, Isabella didn't really plan to live with you. Which bride would hold pre-marital property in her own possession and never care for her husband? Those who have done so are preparing for divorce in the future!"

Now I even doubt who's the biological father of the child she was carrying! If you are the father, why would Isabella not side with you?

If you don't do as I say today, this marriage will be halted now. Who will be shamed, you or us? You had already be pregnant, after all! Damian's mother's smug expression was so nasty that even an onlooker wanted to give her a tight slap.

By then, I understood what they were after. No wonder their family kept postponing the engagement.

I gritted my teeth and looked into Damian's eyes. "Damian, what do you think?"

Damian lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me. "Isabella, why don't you listen to my mom? Anyway, this was our common property in the future, there's no need for you to worry about it!"

My son was right! Your family doesn't even have a son. When your parents die, not to mention your dowry, even your family property... Damian's mother was talking excitedly, but Damian quickly covered her mouth.

I finally couldn't help but yell, "Damian, are you even a fucking human being? My family bought the house for us! My family paid for our car! I secretly lent you 188,000 dollars because you said you didn't have that much money, but your mother used that sum of money to buy a house for your brother and used a bank card to fool my family!"

I've endured all this! Now you want to take away my dowry? You want to take my parents' property? Do you even have the slightest bit of conscience?

As if some water was poured into a frying pan, there was a buzzing commotion running through the crowd, and all the relatives and friends began to point fingers at Damian and said,

The bride's family bought a house and a car for them. This was the first time I've seen this. Isn't the man just a gigolo?

Maybe even a gigolo is worthier to be reckoned than him. Don't you hear they are even going to lay hands on her parent's legacy?

Damian's face flushed red, and he became angry and took two steps forward. In my shock, he slapped me in the face and said, "Being rich makes you that pompous, huh? I know you have always looked down on me and my family!"

Damian's mother yelled again, "Isabella, no matter how rich your family is, it doesn't matter! Your family don't even have a son. Why aren't you able to realize that!"

My mother was so angry that her body was shaking all over. She rushed over to protect me, tears streaming down her face.

I was badly dizzy from being slapped, my mouth was full of the taste of blood, and I was disappointed bitterly by this man! I looked at him, gritting my teeth and saying word by word,

Damian, I'm done with you, let's break up!

Isabella, let's break up! I'm not the one who's embarrassed anyway. What would you do with the baby you're carrying? I'll wait for you to come back and beg me on your knees!

That's right! You bitch! You're pregnant before you're married, and you're so slutty. If my son doesn't want you, who else would want you? Son, let's go!

Most of the friends and relatives at the scene had quietly left. Only my parents and I stayed there. My mom burst into tears, and my dad had a gloomy face. "I told your mom a long time ago that Damian was no decent man. He has a bad character. He used sweet words to bewitch you that you lost your mind. You even followed his advice, secretly getting pregnant to force us to agree on your marriage. Do you know how many times your mom cried in private?"