His Childhood Sweetheart, My Breaking Point

My boyfriend was taking me home to meet his family for the first time.

I'd spent a few thousand on more than a dozen kinds of gifts, and the moment I walked in, his childhood sweetheart started picking them apart.

"Violet Winfield, honey, everything you bought is stuff his mom doesn't like."

Either the skincare made her look old, or the health tonics and supplements were useless.

Beside me, my boyfriend's mother's expression soured on the spot.

The girl smiled and smoothed it over.

"But it's okay. It's your first time, after all. You'll get the hang of it later."