— My son deserves better. He’ll divorce you, — coldly throws your mother-in-law. — He’ll take a paternity test. He’ll find out how everything really is and leave you without a single kopeck.
— Good Lord, what nonsense?
— Arslan has another. Smart, well-off, and she’s achieved everything on her own. She doesn’t live off other men, like you.
— Do you even hear yourselves? Have you completely lost your minds? — I snap into a shout. — You won’t make Arslan, but I’ll make it so you won’t get anywhere near us—even a step away!
— What kind of tone is this, Regina? — a harsh voice comes from behind. I turn around and see Arslan a few steps away.
— It turns out I’m in the way of your wife, son. She’s kicking me out of the house, — the mother-in-law flashes her eyes, playing innocent. — I told you she wasn’t the saint she’s trying to look like.
— Arslan, you misunderstood, — I try to explain. — Your mom…
— You don’t have the right to speak to my mother like that, — he cuts me off in an icy tone. — I’ll find a wife for myself. But I only have one mother. Got it?