Now he was looking at me as if signing a marriage certificate had turned me into unpaid staff.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. I didn’t give either of them the reaction they were waiting for.
Instead, I slowly picked up the filthy rag. Then I smiled. “All right.
I understand completely.” Nathan’s expression relaxed. Patricia gave him a satisfied nod.
They believed they had broken their new daughter-in-law in a single morning.
They thought my smile meant submission. They had no idea it meant goodbye.
I calmly told them I was going upstairs to change. But instead of touching the laundry, I opened my suitcase.
I packed my passport. I packed the $45,000 cashier’s check my parents had given me as an emergency fund.
I added the wedding cash, my important documents, and our marriage certificate.
