I Caught MIL Doing My ‘Wifely Duties’ in Our Living Room – The Extreme Measure I Took Next Has Everyone Calling Me a Villain
“Someone has to take care of my son.”
She sighed dramatically.
“Ivy, honestly.”
That tone, the one that suggested I was the unreasonable one.
“My son works hard.”
“So do I.”
She looked me up and down.
“Do you?”
The words hit harder than I expected.
She gestured toward the kitchen.
“You spent half your time running around because you didn’t prepare properly.”
A quiet chuckle came from somewhere behind the couch.
I couldn’t tell who.
My face burned.
“I prepared enough food for 14 people.”
“And yet you still couldn’t keep up.”
“I was overwhelmed.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t volunteer to host.”
“I didn’t volunteer.”
That slipped out before I could stop it.
Gladys’s eyebrows rose.
“Oh?”
I looked at Eli.
He looked away.
Of course he did. Gladys smiled.
