Chapter 2 Not A Fool
- Without a house, one would drift aimlessly all over. My mom always used to tell me that.
- If I hadn't been head over heels for Michael, utterly convinced I couldn't marry anyone but him, this engagement wouldn't have even happened.
- Back then, he had confidently assured my mother that he would never let me suffer the slightest bit of hardship.
- At the engagement party, his parents had openly declared in front of everyone that they would always prioritize my needs.
- And now?
- We weren't even married yet, and I was already disappointed!
- Michael took my hand, guilt written all over his face. “Amy, I'm sorry. My family didn't think this through, but the money really isn't available right now. Can you talk to your mom about waiting to receive the betrothal gift until after we're married?”
- I pulled my hand away, staring at him coldly. “Michael, I'm not saying that to her. If you want to explain, do it yourself.”
- I didn't want to argue anymore. I got up to head back to my room, but he grabbed me, pulling me down onto his lap.
- I struggled to stand, but his grip tightened around my waist, holding me in place.
- “Amy, your mom loves you so much. It's not like your family needs the one hundred and eighty-eight thousand. If you just ask her, I'm sure she'll agree.”
- Seriously?
- That line hit me like a slap.
- So just because my family has money, we don't deserve a proper betrothal gift? Don't we deserve respect? Am I supposed to marry myself off?
- I let out a cold laugh, my thoughts quickly forming into a plan. “I can't bring myself to say that. I already argued with my mom once just to marry you. What, do you really want my mom to look down on you for the rest of your life? Michael, are you even a man?”
- His grip loosened.
- I broke free, ignoring his now stormy expression, and went straight to my room.
- I knew my words had probably wounded his pride, but I also knew that if I gave in now, I'd be completely at their mercy in the future.
- I was deeply in love with him, but I wasn't foolish either.
- The next morning, I went back to my mom's house.