My Husband and His Fake House
Language: en
The morning after our wedding, I woke up to the sight of my mother-in-law, Tiara, standing at the foot of our marital bed, looking down at me with unmistakable disdain. "Layla, this house was only loaned to you two for the wedding," she said, stressing the word "loaned" as though it were some great favors. Groggy and disoriented, I blinked at her, wondering if I'd misheard. Didn't this house belong to Zac and me? What did she mean by "loaned"? Pushing myself up from the bed, I grabbed my phone and called Zac, who had disappeared early in the morning without a word. At first, Zac hemmed and…