Chapter 7 - The Sister-in-Law
The venom in my mother-in-law's words pierced the air, and from that exact moment, I knew with absolute certainty she would never, ever accept me.
And then there was Fernanda, Diego's biological sister. She was a twenty-two-year-old girl who neither studied nor worked. She spent her days buried in beauty salons, endlessly scrolling through social media, and going on lavish shopping sprees funded entirely by credit cards her brother paid for.
Fernanda hated me from the very first minute.
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"Don't touch my things," she snapped at me on my second day there, snatching a bottle of lotion from my hands in the bathroom.
In her heavily made-up eyes, I was a dirty intruder who had come to steal her brother's money—money that she believed was rightfully hers to waste. She saw me as a threat to her parasitic lifestyle, and she made it her mission to make me feel as unwelcome as humanly possible.
