Daisy's pov
My mother-in laws slap left me speechless. 1 minute, she raised her hand, and the next, I had the imprint on my face with a taste of blood in my lips.
"M-mom?"
"Stop calling me that! you are an infertile loser!" She spat in my face, "instead of wasting my son's money on useless things like this why don't you schedule a doctor's appointment and try to fix yourself, after all, any real woman should be able to give carry children,"
Her words hit me like slashes aimed directly at my heart. It was hard for me to comprehend that this was the same woman who embraced me when Robert brought me home and told me to call her mom now she was yelling at me with hate and spite.
Not only that, Robert had told her about the fake result. I guess I should have expected that he would eventually tell his parents. He always told his mother everything but for some reason I thought he would keep this to himself.
"Mom, there is nothing I can do about that and the money that I'm spending now belongs to both me and Robert,"
She suddenly cackled like she heard the funniest joke of the century then she pointed to the bags that was still holding and told me to pay for them since the money her son made was for the two of us, I felt humiliated and eventually had to surrender the bags to the employees of the boutique while she was looking at me with a self-satisfied grin. Seeing me humiliated gave her some sort of joy.
I didn't even have the heart to keep confronting her after that embarrassment and just left the boutique, rushing towards my car and begging the chauffeur to take me back home.
When I got back I somehow managed to make it to the couch but instead of sitting on it, I sat on the floor in front of the bed until my husband came back. By that time hours had passed, he casually breezed in spotting me on the floor.
"Daisy, what are you doing?" he sounded more concerned than irritated. I placed my hands in front of my outstretched legs.
"Did you tell your parents about the results?" I asked straight to the point, he sighed pulling off his tie.
"Should I just stop coming home? Now there's even a fight waiting for me the moment I walk through the front door?"
My body became taunt, but I maintained my ground and did not allow him to swerve the issue. He finally admitted that his parents had been pestering him about their childlessness and it had slipped out before he realized it.
After he said this I told him about what his mother did, he listened quietly and when I was done he said that he would talk to his mother that I should go to bed.
He didn't try to vindicate or support my feelings of hurt, he didn't say that she would apologize, he only said he would talk to her about it, as if this was an issue between pups and she had stolen my favorite plushie rather than what really happened.
I got up with my muscles cramping and I ended up falling on the couch, sitting in an awkward position but I still cried out my grievances, "That's all? Robert, she humiliated me!"
He ran his fingers through his hair, "well none of this would have happened if you didn't spend so much,"
I just stared at him with my jaw to the floor, seriously trying to understand how I was the villain now. But his response had brought up a question that I had even forgotten to ask in the first place.
"Robert, what happened to the money in our joint account?"
"Nothing," he replied, trying to go up the stairs and ignore the conversation but I followed after him, grabbing him by his arm.
"What do you mean nothing? Last time I checked there was at least $20,000 in that account and today I couldn't pay for a couple of clothes worth less than $800 dollars!"
My husband's muscles stiffened beneath his clothes.
"I've been making some purchases with the account," he said almost like a whisper, like he was scared of his voice rising too high.
I wasn't even bothered as he had been spending so much money. What I wanted to know was why nothing was going into the account, and why I had not been receiving alerts.
"I didn't want to bother you with bank alerts so I told them to stop sending it to you, also I've mostly been using the money for the company things have gotten tight recently,"
My mind flashed over to all the expensive bags and other accessories that his mother bought and yet he was claiming that money was tight. Those two things couldn't be consistent at the same time unless my mother's company was just his own family's bank account right now.
I told him about his mother's frivolous spending and then he waved the talk saying that I should remember that they had their own company before he married me, my lips opened up to let out an uncontrollable laughter.
"What do you take me for, or Robert? Your parents' company is a corner shop compared to my late mother's company. It hasn't seen any feasible growth even after we got married, so how could they afford such luxury unless you are the one giving it to them?"
I knew my words hit below the belt, and while I felt ashamed it was a small sacrifice to pay just to see the shock spread across my husband's face because I had never said anything like that before, at least not directly to him.
"So that's how you feel about my family and I?"
I hated how he was turning this around on me, my fingers released him, spite curling up in my words.
"And what if it is, since we are all being heartless here, don't I also get to speak my mind?"
His jaw clenched, "But at least my parents company can get better but you will always be barren,"