“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

silencing finger. “Define it in one sentence, Margaret. Without utilizing the word ‘because’.”

Silence suffocated the room. Margaret stared at her expensive shoes. Finally, she looked up, her mascara slightly smeared. “I inflicted intentional, unwarranted harm on an innocent person to satisfy my own ego.”

The atmospheric pressure in the room shifted.continue reading …