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I asked Nancy. "I went to a library madam, reading books on how to please a mother-in-law." She looks excited while telling me about what she did. "I got this book for you. I'm sure you will love it." She handed a book entitled 'Taming Mothers-in-law'. I find the title amusing but I don't think a book can change Regina's feelings towards me. She is such a difficult woman to get along with. "I just hope we won't see her tonight. How about we eat in a fast-food restaurant before heading home? The three of us! Sam, please go to the nearest fast-food restaurant." I requested.

How could I have provided such perfect blackmail material to an old, ugly hag like her? I frowned again and asked weakly, "What is it that you want?" Daisy grinned widely and began caressing my arm. "I heard your conversation with her. You seem to be suffering from some sort of… engorged dick syndrome? And your darling wife can't satisfy you anymore, can she? "Well, since you don't care about fucking your own mother-in-law, you shouldn't have to mind fucking someone like me either, right? "Moreover, I'm not related to you by blood or on paper, and I've already given birth to a 12-pound baby in the past. I'm a perfectly compatible match for you too! Let me help you with your condition!"

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

If Vera was a delicate, petite woman, Victoria was without a doubt the ultimate mature woman. Only Victoria could handle my size. However, she was my future mother-in-law. How could I do such a thing?

A few days later, Rose went back to see Miss Felicia. “My secretary said you wanted to see me again, what’s the problem? Felicia asked. “We were having a discussion a few days ago, before some man interrupted,” Rose said, eyeing her suspiciously. Felicia’s face hardened. “Miss Rose, please leave. This is not your business.” “It is my business,” Rose said firmly. “My son is a victim here, and I need a proper explanation.” “Look, I understand,” Rose said gently “I'm a single mother too. I've faced threats. But you cannot let them see you as weak.”

, said the older woman, Roslyn stare at the old scripture in her mother’s hand, she doesn’t understand why her mother is giving her an old bible even though she has a new one back at home. “Do I have to accept that?” she bargained. She was befuddled and surprised at her mother’s need to give her old bible. Her mother sat down on the red brocaded chair beside the bed. She handed the old bible to Roslyn, and she reluctantly collects the old book from her mother with bewilderment. Roslyn could feel her mother’s soft look on her.

" A murmur of laughter rippled across the courtroom. I looked at my mother at the defendant’s table. Though she was dressed in a prison uniform, she remained dignified. There was a quiet look of confidence in her eyes, though I could also see what seemed like sadness. At last, her lawyer delivered the closing statement. “My client may not have been a perfect mother. But still, everything she did was out of love. “We implore the court to reconsider her circumstances. To take pity on a mother and lighten her sentence.” With that, he turned to my mother and nodded.

“Jano joked about having an obstetrician on Bella. If he doesn’t get back with good news soon, that may be what we need.” “Are you feeling anything?” “Just very large.” A few hours later, I was lying near the pool, fully sunscreened and wearing a big floppy hat, both worn at the persistence of my mother-in-law when she took the lounge chair at my side. “Did I mention that I have shelves of books in my office. You’re welcome to borrow one.” She pulled a book from her bag. I couldn’t read the title. Before I could ask, she added, “Don’t worry. I have many in English as well.”

It felt almost like a maze in here, and as I looked up at the dizzyingly high shelves, I couldn’t help but wonder just how many books were in here. “Now let’s see…” my mother muttered to herself as she began perusing the shelves. “Hmm…” “Mom,” I said, running my finger along one of the pristine books; not a speck of dust was to be found, even though the title was something about ancient burial rites, which I doubted was read very often. “How many titles are in here?” “Oh, hell if I know,” my mom said with a chuckle. “But I’m sure, whatever book you want or need, it’s here.”