“This wedding is truly spectacular! My brother-in-law really outdid himself!”
Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought the woman on stage was actually his sister.
After stepping off the stage and noticing my absence, my brother quickly sent me a message, “Hey, sis, hurry back! Don’t embarrass your husband. What’s the big deal? The marriage certificate still has your name on it, doesn’t it?”
“Just apologize properly. Evan promised to buy me a new car next month. I’ve already signed the contract! If he gets mad, are you going to pay the balance for me?”
My chest tightened instantly. With trembling hands, I texted back, “Haven’t I been giving you an allowance every month? Why would you ask Evan for something so expensive?”
The “typing” indicator lingered on his side for what felt like forever, but no reply ever came.
Instead, my parents called. The moment I picked up, they began shouting, “I can’t believe I gave birth to such a useless daughter! You can’t even buy your brother a car, and now you’re causing trouble on such an important day? Finally, you marry a generous husband, and instead of being grateful, you humiliate us in front of everyone!”
Amid their relentless scolding, I finally pieced together the truth.
No wonder my mother-in-law always hinted that I was greedy and treated me so coldly.
It turned out my parents and brother had been using my name to ask Evan for money countless times.
All the strength drained from my body, and I sank onto the stone steps at the center of the hall. My phone slipped from my hand, the call long disconnected.