Vicious Mother-in-Law VS Powerful Daughter-in-Law

"You're deliberately spoiling our family's reunion dinner, aren't you?"

Nonsense, sheer nonsense! She was making a fuss out of nothing!

I was so angry that I wanted to kick her out of the way.

I had married into this family for five years, and because of the distance—about 600 miles away—I had never been able to go back home for Christmas.

At Christmas, I could only watch other women in the village beaming with joy, accompanied by their children and husbands, which made me envious. I envied those who married close by, able to visit their parents at any time.

But it was also on this day that George's sisters, Megan and Nora, would come back on time with their husbands and children.

They would always engage Karen in endless conversations, catching up on family matters, and then, without a doubt, the responsibility of preparing the meal for the entire family would fall on me.

They would occasionally pop into the kitchen to check on me.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, Selena. I'm sorry, but it's rare for us to see our mom, so we talk a lot.”

Rare? My foot! They lived just in the neighboring village. They could bump into each other every morning at breakfast.

Clearly, they just wanted to leave the cooking to me, the one who couldn't return home.

I didn't mind, though. Instead of envying others for their visits home, I would rather keep myself busy so that the day would pass more quickly.

I married so far away impulsively, and I couldn't blame others.

So, I didn't mind cooking that meal. In fact, it helped me cope with my anxiety.

However, they took it for granted.

Even on Christmas Day, they wouldn't allow me to go home, expecting me to stay and continue cooking for them.

How absurd and comical.

I asked George, "Are you leaving or not?"

He was in a dilemma, looking at me and then at Karen, and finally said nothing.

At that moment, I was disappointed in him, in the husband I had chosen for myself.

I thought he was honest, hardworking, and suitable for a peaceful life, but it turned out that was all he was good for—just living.

When I needed him to stand up for me, he chose to keep silent.

"Mommy, can we still go to Grandma's house?" Mia tugged at my sleeve.

"Yes, Mia. Don’t worry," I comforted her, "you can go watch TV for a while, and I'll call you later."

She obediently went upstairs. As I watched her disappear at the top of the stairs, I lost my temper.

I asked George loudly again, "George, I'm asking you once more, are you leaving or not?"

Perhaps seeing that I was truly angry, he slowly walked towards me. The majority of the time, he listened to me.

Before he could take a few steps, Karen pulled him back.

"Don't be afraid of her! A real man shouldn't be so spineless, always being overshadowed by his wife. You're really a disgrace to our family."

George's father, David, had appeared by Karen's side at some point.

"That's right, George. I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. Men should have the final say at home. How can you listen to a woman on everything?"

"You see how I've been in this family. Your mother never dares to contradict me. Even if I hit her, she doesn't dare to cry out."

George opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but looking at David and Karen, he then closed it again.

Good Lord, this man was so cowardly.