The Perfect Mother's Dirty Secret I Exposed Her at My Own Party

My mother transferred $5,000 into my account every month for spending money, and all our relatives said she gave too much.

But only I knew the truth. I couldn't touch a single cent of it without permission.

Textbook fees had to be itemized. Topping up my meal card required a screenshot of the balance. Even buying a $0.50 gel pen meant I had to bring the empty ink refill home, set it on the desk for her inspection.

If I was a second too slow, she'd lay into me.

"Blowing my hard-earned money again! How did I end up with such a wasteful brat!"