My Husband Says I’m Pretentious

The system was not about to let her rest. The notification chimed once more.

[Fourth stage preparation: Forget sense of shame and the concept of clothing coverage.]

At dusk, we finally arrived at Charles’ hometown.

Charles’ parents, along with his aunts and uncles, had long been waiting at the entrance.

Charles was the pride of his family, and bringing his wife back for Christmas naturally made him the center of everyone’s attention.

“Oh, Charles is back!” My mother-in-law, Daisy Carter, beamed. Her face split into a wide smile as she hurried forward.

Charles parked the car and looked back at Michelle with an awkward expression.

Michelle was currently sprawled across the passenger seat. Her skirt was hiked up to the top of her thighs, completely devoid of any decorum.

“Michelle, we’re here. Get out of the car,” Charles whispered to her.

Michelle opened her eyes in a daze and stretched. “We’re here? That nap was exhausting.”

She pushed the car door open. This time, she did not crawl. Instead, she stood up unsteadily.

However, her posture remained bizarre. Her legs were bowed, and her arms hung limp at her sides.

“This must be Michelle, right? She’s so pretty,” Daisy praised warmly, though she clearly found Michelle’s stance peculiar.

Michelle glanced at Daisy and suddenly bared her teeth in a grin.

“Old hag, who are you? You’re blocking my way!”

Daisy froze. “H-how can she speak to me like that?”

Charles turned pale with fright and quickly covered Michelle’s mouth.

“Mom, she is just lightheaded from motion sickness. Michelle, say hello to my mom!”

Michelle shoved Charles’ hand away and wiped her mouth in disgust. “Why should I say hello to her? This is so annoying! I need to pee!”

Before the eyes of the entire family, she actually squatted right there and reached down to lift her skirt.

“Ah!”

A chorus of gasps erupted from the gathered relatives. The women covered their eyes while the men stared with their eyes wide open.

Charles went ballistic.

He lunged forward, wrapping his jacket around Michelle to cover her, and desperately pinned her hands down. “Michelle! Have you lost your mind? We’re at the front gate!”

“Let me go! Don’t you understand? I’m just being myself! Holding it in hurts!”

Michelle struggled violently in his arms.

“Mom, I think Michelle is quite ill. Perhaps we should cancel the party tonight?” I suggested with feigned kindness.

“No!” Charles roared as sweat poured down his face. “The relatives are already here. How can we cancel? Michelle just had too much to drink. She’ll be fine after a nap!”

He was still defending her even though she had thoroughly humiliated him.

Fine.

‘Charles, I will make sure your night is memorable,’ I thought.

The party was held in the Carter family’s large courtyard, with about 50 guests attending.

Charles had locked Michelle in a room to “sober up” while he stepped out to socialize.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was feeling a bit tipsy.

Suddenly, a window on the second floor burst open with a loud bang.

Everyone looked up.

Michelle was standing on the windowsill.

She was wearing nothing but a tight-fitting nightgown.

In the night breeze, she spread her arms wide and bellowed at the dozens of relatives below.

“I am burning up! These rags are suffocating me! I’ll take it all off! Return to nature! Release your true instincts!”

With that, her hand reached for the clasps on her back.

Snap.

Under Charles’ despairing gaze and the horrified stares of the family, Michelle ripped off her nightgown and hurled it into the crowd.

The black lace garment traced an arc through the air before landing precisely on Charles’ eldest uncle’s bald head.