Stepping on the Wrong Toes
I secretly invite my in-laws over for the New Year, hoping to surprise my husband, Huxley Carlson.
But the moment my father-in-law steps through the door, Huxley's secretary shoves him out. He slams into the shoe cabinet, throwing out his back.
She sneers. "Who do you beggars think you are, strolling into Mr. Carlson's villa like this? You're this broke and still have the nerve to call yourself his father-in-law?"
I immediately call for the housekeeper to help him, but the secretary blocks her. She even shoves my mother-in-law.
"You really think you're the lady of the house?" she snaps. "Mr. Carlson hired the housekeeper to serve him, not to waste time on you or your useless parents."
My mother-in-law is so enraged that she suffers a heart attack on the spot. I call Huxley in a panic, begging him to come to the hospital.
But he sounds utterly unmoved. His voice is cold and mocking as he says, "Jen told me what happened. The nerve of you, bringing your parents to my house! Now you want me to rush to the hospital because your mom's pretending to be sick?
"Tell them to get out! If she dies, she dies. Hell, maybe it's a blessing—just in time for the New Year!"