Initially, he spoke kindly like that, but recently, he has stopped showing such attitudes.

On a Saturday morning, I spoke to my husband, who was cheerfully humming a song.

“Are you going to your mother’s house today?”

The good mood changed instantly, and my husband stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath.

“Why do you say it like that?”

He reacted to my question with irritation visible on his face.

Surprised, I shrugged my shoulders.

I might have sounded accusatory without realizing it. It was already said.

He glared at me and said, “Mom is lonely by herself. I’m going because you have difficulties with her. Understand?”

I couldn’t hide my agitation at my husband’s words.

It’s true that I have difficulties with my mother-in-law. Of course, it wasn’t like that at first.

She is the woman who brought my beloved husband into this world. I sincerely wish to cherish her.

However, affection does not always come back equally from the other side.

My mother-in-law saw me as the woman who stole her son.

When my husband was away, starting from our first greeting, she would continue to throw cold words at me.

The first incident happened right after my husband had gone to the restroom.

Her friendly expressions suddenly changed, and she scrutinized me from top to bottom as if assessing my worth.

“So you are the president’s daughter. You don’t seem like much.”

Shocked by her words, I was surprised by the drastic change in my mother-in-law’s attitude.

She continued to spit venom.

“You dare to show up here calmly after stealing Glenn from me. Don’t misunderstand. I do not acknowledge you at all.”

Seeing my surprise, she snorted mockingly and made a crude slurping sound with her tea.

It was as if it was natural that no tea was offered to me.

“Um… mother-in-law…”

“Don’t call me mother-in-law. It’s unpleasant.”

I pondered why I had to be met with such hostility by someone I was meeting for the first time. But when I tried to speak up, I was immediately rejected by my mother-in-law.

I felt helpless, and as I was confused by the situation, I heard my husband’s returning footsteps.

The drastically changed mother-in-law once again smiled and offered tea as if she had forgotten what had happened earlier.

“Sorry, I forgot to offer you tea,” she said with a light laugh.

And when my husband returned, she chuckled.

“Mother, you hadn’t served the tea yet?”

“Glenn, your fiancee is very charming. Sorry for forgetting to serve the tea,” said my mother-in-law with a smile.

Then she added, “Tanya, don’t hesitate to call me mother-in-law.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Since then, my mother-in-law continues to throw harsh words at me only when my husband is not around.

It’s like she has a double personality.

It seems that my husband cannot see her true nature. Even if I talk to him, he dismisses it with, “My mother would never do such a thing.”

He says, “If you’re that uncomfortable, you don’t have to force yourself to meet her.”

And he doesn’t believe me at all.

Initially, I desperately appealed, but eventually, I grew tired of him defending his mother and began avoiding meeting her.

Now I only visit my in-law’s home when absolutely necessary.

My husband might think I hate his mother.

“Make sure to lock the door when you leave,” he said, and today, as usual, he left without looking back.

I tried to reach out, saying, “Wait,” but missed him.

His back blurred through my tears.

After the conflict about his mother, he did not return home.

There are moments when it feels like his mother is more important to him than I am.

Aside from the issue with his mother, Glenn is a wonderful spouse.

When I am having trouble with work, he quickly notices and helps, and he actively shares household chores.

This is despite his own busy work schedule.

It’s a relief that he acknowledges there’s no need for unnecessary meetings.

Holding these thoughts, I browse through the travel brochures.

I shake my head and decide to focus on the plans I currently have.

It’s the preparation for our long-awaited honeymoon.

During this trip, I should be able to forget about his mother and have fun.

At least there won’t be any sudden calls for my husband.

I consider where to go, keeping in pace with my husband, who has just become the team leader for a new project.

If possible, I would like to indulge in luxury on this occasion.

While turning the pages and feeling tempted, I soon give up on that thought.

“I left all the preparations to you, so at least I want the payment to come from my account,” my husband said.

I had intended to pay for the honeymoon together, but he just laughed, not willing to listen.

I thought it wasn’t right for him alone to bear the entire cost, so I decided to pay for part of it myself.

Additionally, being the president’s daughter, the sarcasm from my mother-in-law about being extravagant only escalates, which is tough.

Thinking about it, I can’t help but give a wry smile.

Just when I had resolved to focus, thoughts of my mother-in-law invaded my mind again.

“Let’s stop this,” I tell myself.

And to change my mood, I put the brochure aside and start preparing dinner for my husband, who will be back soon.

Then the morning of our honeymoon arrived.