Made My Boyfriend’s Family Pay for Disrespecting My Father’s Ashes

On the first day of military training, the campus beauty yanked the silver gourd necklace from my neck.

"Are you a dog? Who wears something like this in this day and age?"

She and a pack of her admirers tossed the necklace back and forth like a toy, laughing so hard they could barely stand.

"Look at her—baring her teeth over a cheap chain. Definitely a dog."

Then my boyfriend arrived. Relief surged through me—until he strode over, snatched the necklace from her hands, and dropped it to the ground with a look of disgust.

"Stop embarrassing yourself."