My future mother-in-law demanded my ATM card to pay for the wedding. When I refused, they locked the door and shoved me against the wall. “Hand over the card, or the wedding is off. Who wants s preg/nant woman like you?” she laughed. My fiancé screamed, “We’re about to become family, and you’re still selfish.” They expected tears and surrender. Instead, I looked him straight in the eye, raised my leg, and

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us your ATM card and PIN,” Eleanor said coldly. “Since you refuse to be reasonable, we’ll get the money ourselves.”

For a second, I couldn’t breathe.

I looked at Julian, the man who was supposed to be my future husband and the father of my child. He stood there like a guard.

“Are you insane?” I whispered. “You’re trying to rob me. Open the door.”

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