A Despised Son In Law 소설 & 이야기

The type of man who believed hard work and patience could build an empire. I despised men like that. Slow men. Content men. Men without hunger. Even while he sent allowances for his son, for me, and later for Dawn, I hated the way he looked at me, like he could see right through to the parts of me I fought to bury. When he announced he was bringing in another wife for his son, because I was “too controlling,” “too extravagant,” and “refused to listen”…I could’ve killed him. How dare he?

Because the meaning of this laughter was, I am despised what is happening around me! I got up and approached one of my men. “Bring here the untrustworthy minions who does not know who to follow between me and my son." "I have my reasons." which Aiden was sent hurling to the farthest corner of the room without me even touching him. I'm already annoyed by the arrogance of my own son. His pride gives me nothing but misfortune. Tsk.

“I would never do something as childish as deliberately ignoring your calls. I’ve been busy with a lot of things at school lately. Since you’re fine, there’s no need to force a conversation.” I was completely drained and had no energy to argue with her. After that, I went back to my room. Not long after, Snow came in. She sat down beside me and, unusually patient, began explaining herself. “Jared, my dad told me everything that happened today. I know you aren’t at fault, but he’s older. You need to show him some respect.” ‘Ha! Respect!’ I thought. I had tiptoed around Richard for the past five years, but all I ever received was an accusation that I was the disrespectful one.

“I will not be having the spawn of Eldric Hayes as a son-in-law, no matter what. That bloodline is poison.” Fuck. This might be harder than I fucking thought.

“No one deserves to have a vile person like you for a father. You're just a worthless man who takes advantage of people's trust.” He rolled his eyes. “Please don't keep up with that innocent little miss narrative. You and I both know that's what you wanted. Dressing in those skimpy skirts and jeans that emphasized your curves so well.” Gypsy regarded him with disgust, bile rising in her throat. “You're nauseating.” “I want to meet my son.” He declared. Gypsy struggled again, trying to free herself from him, the results making the ache in her rib intensify. “Stay away from my son. He is not your son.”

“I think he's the best son-in-law any mother could have. At least he knows exactly how to handle you and your daughter.” I clenched my fists, glaring at him. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” “Oh, it’s hilarious,” he replied, still chuckling. “You and Phoebe thought you could just disrespect me, right? But now look at how you're being treated by your daughter's husband. What a shame!” I shot back, “You’re just bitter because you’ve lost everything. You’re not even the CEO anymore. What makes you think anyone cares what you have to say?”

Liam greeted, smiling faintly at her. The woman rolled her eyes. "I feel sorry for my daughter, she's married to a useless son of a bitch, like you!" Mrs Lopez sneered, glaring daggers at Liam. He was really the most useless person she had ever seen in her life, and she despised him to the core. "What has my family ever done to deserve such a useless man as our son in-law?" Ignoring her words, Liam got back to cutting the onions. He was used to her Insults, and he had learned to cope with it by then.

“My God, I’m so very disappointed with my only son. Of all the women in the world, why did he get into you that still work in a club and have a child? God, what a humiliation for this family. I sob. “Yes. I only work at the bar. . . but I am a decent woman. Dave is the only man in my life. And yes, I worked there, but I only did it to provide for my daily needs. Especially since I am the only one who provides for myself and my education. Dave knows that. He knows my life.” “We don’t care if our son is the only man in your life, woman. We don’t care about it. What we care about are my son and your embarrassing reputation. Do you think you fit into this family? If the child from you and Dave,

“Your son doesn’t have any birthmark. You should believe me now.” Since the truth was clear, the crowd nodded in agreement. “Now that I look at them, Ethan does resemble Division Commander Ubel more.” “Look at the beggar. If you look closely, he does look like Steven and Margaret!” Those words made Margaret stumble several steps back, and she grabbed my arm to start hysterically demanding answers, “There’s no way my son is the beggar! Scarlet, you must have done something! Where are you keeping my son?!” With a scoff, I broke off from her grip and pushed the beggar to her. “He’s your son. Are you telling me you won’t acknowledge him just because your son didn’t make it to university?”

The caption on the livestream was poison: "Rich wife fakes poverty, abandons husband and child, targets Harvard son." The comments were already a dumpster fire, class resentment and rage-bait all funneled directly at me. One comment in particular: "Anyone else notice the antlers in the background? I think that's a hint he got played. My money's on the HR guy. Rich girls always play dirty." "Walking out on her own son, this woman has no soul. I'd put that kid on a pedestal." "Harvard son and she still left? Something is very wrong with her."