After My Daughter-In-Law Called Me Names, I Cut Off Their Mortgage

On the way to the airport, I flipped open the vanity mirror on the passenger side of my son's car to touch up my makeup, and a pink hair tie tumbled out.

I had no idea what it meant, but my son's face went white.

"Why did you touch that?"

"That's how Marion Ball checks whether another woman has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?"

I realized I'd made a mess of things and immediately called my daughter-in-law to explain.

Marion was silent for a long time.

When she finally spoke, her voice was flat and cold. "It's fine."