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He Kicked Out Poor Wife’s Mother From Their Wedding Reception, Then Wife Made Him Regret Immediately
He Kicked Out Poor Wife’s Mother From Their Wedding Reception, Then Wife Made Him Regret Immediately

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” Emma rushed forward, panic in her eyes. “Richard, stop! That’s my mother. He turned on her, his face twisting into a snear. Exactly. Your mother, dragging down my name, sitting here like she belongs among real people. He pointed to the guests. Do you see them laughing? Do you see the whispers? They know the truth.
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She doesn’t belong here, and neither do you, Emma’s world spun. She felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on her. Whispers sliced through the air like knives. Is this real?” someone murmured. “Why would he say that?” Another voice asked. “She’s from a poor family, isn’t she?” came a mocking laugh. Emma’s chest tightened.
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She looked at her mother, who stood shaking, her hands clutched tightly together. Grace’s eyes brimmed with tears, but she said nothing. “Richard, please,” Emma whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this.” “Not here,” but Richard smirked. This is exactly the place. Let everyone see who you really are. A beggar’s daughter who thought she could marry into class. Don’t forget your place, Emma. You’re only here because I allowed it. Emma’s lips parted, but no sound came out.
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Her fairy tale had collapsed in minutes, and Richard, calm and cruel, stood proud in the center of it all, like this had been his plan all along. The hall was silent except for the faint hum of the chandelier lights above. Guests shifted uneasily, some looking down at their glasses, others whispering behind jeweled hands. The music had stopped completely.
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Emma stood frozen, her heart pounding in her ears. Her mother’s wrist still bore the red mark from Richard’s grip. Grace’s voice trembled. Richard, I meant no disrespect. I only wanted to thank your family. Thank my family. Richard barked out a sharp laugh. You think they need thanks from you? Do you even realize the shame you bring to this room by just being here? Gasps rippled through the crowd again. Some shook their heads in pity.
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Others, his friends, laughed quietly, enjoying the show. Emma clutched Richard’s arm desperately. Stop. You’re humiliating her. You’re humiliating me. Richard turned slowly, his face inches from hers. His voice dropped low, but loud enough for all to hear. Exactly. That’s the point. You need to understand your place, Emma.
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You and your mother both. This isn’t your world. I pulled you out of the gutter. Don’t forget that Emma’s throat closed. The man who only hours ago had whispered promises of love now looked at her like she was dirt beneath his shoe. A sharp voice cut through the tension. “Enough,” Victoria said, her heels clicking as she stepped forward. All eyes turned to her.
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She stood tall, her diamond necklace glinting under the lights, her face calm, but merciless. “Richard?” she said smoothly. “There is no need to explain to everyone. They already know.” Emma’s eyes darted to her mother-in-law. “No, what?” she asked, her voice shaking. Victoria tilted her head, her tone polite but dripping with poison. That we saved you. We lifted you from poverty.
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Without us, you’d be nothing but a waitress in some forgotten diner, struggling to pay rent. You should be grateful we even allowed this arrangement. Emma staggered back as if she had been slapped. Arrangement? She whispered. “Yes,” Victoria said, her smile razor sharp. Did you truly think my son married you for love? Look around, Emma.
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These are people of power, of wealth, of legacy. And you? She looked Emma up and down with disdain. You brought nothing but a sickly old mother and a past you should be ashamed of. Grace’s lips trembled. How dare you? Victoria’s eyes narrowed like ice. How dare I? No, Mrs. Collins.
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How dare you walk into this hall and pretend you belong among us. Do you know how humiliating it is to introduce you as my daughter-in-law? You should have stayed where you belonged, hidden, silent, invisible. A cruel laugh rose from the back of the hall. Emma’s face burned. Her fingers shook as she clutched her gown. Richard stepped closer, his arms sliding casually around Sophie. Yes, Sophie.
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The woman Emma had only noticed in passing earlier. Sophie stood smugly, her red lips curling in satisfaction as if she had been waiting for this moment. Richard raised his voice so all could hear. My family deserves more than this joke. Tonight is the beginning of Emma learning her true place.
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She’ll either bend to our will or be discarded. And trust me, no one here would miss her. The words sliced straight into Emma’s chest. She felt the air leave her lungs, the ground tilt beneath her. Her dream, her marriage, her love, all revealed as a cruel game. Grace clutched her daughter’s arm. Emma, let’s leave. We don’t need this. We don’t need them. But Emma couldn’t move.