orate mergers and strategic alliances, including my future marriage. I wanted something simple, something real. So I chose Mark, a man from a rural tow

s wr

the middle of reviewing a quarterly report for my father' s company, and I felt a flash of annoyan

inched face. Her clothes were cheap, but she held her head high as if she owned the place. Behind her sto

me up and down, her eyes

she said, her voice dri

Can I he

ome to see our son. And to teach you a

her entourage trailing behind her, chattering excitedl

iddle of my living room

y daughter-in-law, you should welcome me by washing my feet. It' s a sign

in from my hallway, which she filled with water from a vase of flowers. She placed

began to build in my chest. I had dealt with arrogant board me

our feet?" I asked, my

erve her husband' s family. It'

r a moment, she looked triumph

and kicked the solid bras

ng across the pristine white couch. The basin clattered l

silent. Brenda

cked gaze wit

ting through the silence. "In this house, there is n

uickly turned to

hrieked. "How dare you! Yo

quickly joined in, their

rk for three years and hasn

high and mighty. She' s

king God that a man as successful

Ungrateful? Successful Mark? What were they talking about? We had mutually agreed to wait on c

thought ent

idn' t

idn' t know that he hadn' t earned a single dollar since the day we met. They

a ridiculous, twisted lie built b