Spent Millions on His Mom's Birthday, They Treated Me Like a Kitchen Maid

I spent a fortune on birthday gifts for my boyfriend's mother, and the moment I stepped through the door I was put to work slaughtering a chicken and cooking a meal for fifty tables of guests.

"My son loves chicken. If you can't even kill a chicken, how are you supposed to take care of him?"

"You can't even cook. My son won't get a single hot meal out of you. What's the point of marrying you?"

No matter how much I swallowed at his family's house, my lovesick head won out, and the very next day I went with Xavier Simmons to get our marriage license.