Books For Mother In Law の小説・ストーリー

"Your mother is dead, Nyx. You need to come home."The words were the last thing I expected to hear while elbow-deep in someone else's dirty espresso cups, my third shift of the day barely halfway done. I stood there in the back of the café, trying to process what my mother's lawyer had just said.Dead? My mother was dead? "Miss Torelio? Are you still there?"I realized I hadn't responded or even breathed. "When?" My voice came out flat.

I spun out my bed and scrambled my way to the study, mother was hiding something and I really need to figure out. Lightning and thunder ravaged through the hallway windows casting the shadows of the trees through the wall. The study was a big space filled with brown shelves and filled with books, getting one for Violet wouldn’t be a bad idea. I strolled round the library in the study and my attention trapped the very first edition of paurnima curse, a book papa got for mother when she found out about the clan. My clean nails studied the hardness of the brown books which dated from centuries with its italic words scribble against every page.

What was even more ridiculous than those rules was the reason for Dina's death. While Dina was breastfeeding her daughter, my former mother-in-law invited a bunch of relatives to the house. Dina had never experienced such a situation before. She was embarrassed and angered by it and spent the whole night arguing with my former mother-in-law. She missed the chance to purchase discounted quality groceries online because of that. My former mother-in-law called Dina a lousy woman whose womb was not reliable enough to give her healthy son a boy. Dina was also called a waste of money who could not even buy better groceries for their home.

“How can you prove you’re Mrs. Roth?” When she heard me say this, the woman laughed out loud. “Do I really need to prove it?” “My sons are right here. Over the years, I’ve been by my husband’s side while we negotiate business deals.” The surrounding guests immediately backed up her claim. “Whenever Mr. Roth discussed business, Mrs. Roth would always be present. Your mother, on the other hand, looks timid and hesitant. She doesn’t even look like a wealthy matriarch!”

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

" My stomach sank. So this was what he had been thinking. With no other choice, I swallowed my pride. Agnes was struggling to breathe. My voice softened with desperation as I said, "Alright, Mr. Lambert. I'm begging you. Since we know each other, please call an ambulance. "My mother-in-law… She has a heart condition." My voice caught when I mentioned Agnes. Over the years, I had come to see her as my own mother. I could endure being wronged, but I couldn't bear to watch her being treated this way.

not “Mrs.” Ms. Zhou, the head housekeeper, was a middle-aged woman with stern features and meticulous habits. I knew she was my mother-in-law’s spy. She would ask about my needs as a formality, but when I requested even the smallest personal favor—like a softer bedside lamp or a few books—she would reply in her cold, detached voice: “Your ladyship has given orders. The house arrangement is decided by a feng shui master and cannot be changed. As for books… you may only enter the master’s study with permission. Otherwise, you’ll need to buy them yourself.”

he said slowly to her, and she thanked him solemnly. "This book is for your Eleanor," he stretched the huge binded paperwork to her, and she tried hard not to frown while wondering what he wanted her to do with a book. She almost shrieked in horror and boiling anger, when she read the title, 'Becoming a good mother-in-law and great grandmother.'

Just me, my books, and the soft sound of my daughter’s breathing as she napped in her room. I curled up on the couch with a book about raising children, the pages worn from how often I flipped through them. Motherhood didn’t come naturally to me, not like it seemed to be for other women. Every decision felt heavy. Was I feeding her enough? Was I too strict? Too soft? The book was my lifeline, a way to quiet the doubts whispering in the back of my mind. Then the doorbell rang. I frowned, setting the book aside. My mother-in-law wasn’t due back for hours. Maybe she’d forgotten something?

Is it true that her mother-in-law is acting like that? Seeing Eka who was silent, Mahardika felt sorry. "Already, don't think about it. Don't equate my mother with the mother-in-law in online novels. Mom is not an evil mother-in-law or a witchy mother as depicted in fiction. Mom is a woman who loves her children," Mahardika said while blinking her eyes. After hearing those words, Eka breathed a sigh of relief and smiled widely. "Ah, thank goodness, I got a good mother-in-law." Eka sat on the sofa and took a deep breath.