I never told my mother-in-law that the “poor countryside girl” she tried to pay off to leave her son was actually the daughter of an oil tycoon. She threw a check for $5,000 in my face at the family dinner, laughing, “Take this and disappear. My son needs a wife with connections, not a charity case.” My husband sat there silently, letting her humiliate me. Suddenly, my phone rang. I put it on speaker. It was my father’s lawyer. “Miss, your father has just transferred the $10 billion inheritance. Shall I also cancel the merger with your husband’s company as requested?” The room went deadly silent. I picked up her $5,000 check, tore it up, and smiled. “Keep the change. You’ll need it for the bankruptcy lawyers.”
“My son needs a wife with connections, not a charity case.” She didn’t realize that the only charity in the room was my patience, and it had just run out. …
I never told my mother-in-law that the “poor countryside girl” she tried to pay off to leave her son was actually the daughter of an oil tycoon. She threw a check for $5,000 in my face at the family dinner, laughing, “Take this and disappear. My son needs a wife with connections, not a charity case.” My husband sat there silently, letting her humiliate me. Suddenly, my phone rang. I put it on speaker. It was my father’s lawyer. “Miss, your father has just transferred the $10 billion inheritance. Shall I also cancel the merger with your husband’s company as requested?” The room went deadly silent. I picked up her $5,000 check, tore it up, and smiled. “Keep the change. You’ll need it for the bankruptcy lawyers.” Read More