My MIL Kept Insulting Me for Being ‘Just a Teacher’ Until My Father-in-Law Spoke Out

Karen stiffened.

Her wine glass trembled slightly in her hand. “Richard,” she snapped, her voice cracking.

He didn’t flinch. His eyes swept across the table.

Everyone else had gone silent, unsure where to look.

“When I met your mother,” he continued, “she had nothing. Her father had kicked her out. No degree.

No job. No place to live.”

Karen’s cheeks flushed deep red. “That’s not relevant,” she muttered.

“It’s completely relevant,” he said.

“Because the person who took her in — the one who gave her food, shelter, and money for night school — was her high school English teacher. Miss Davis.”

I felt my breath catch. Even Ethan looked stunned.

Richard turned to her, his voice gentler now.

“You cried on her couch, Karen. You told me she saved your life. You swore you’d never forget her kindness.”

Karen opened her mouth, but no words came.

Her lip trembled. “I… that was years ago—”

“Exactly,” Richard said.

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