At my engagement banquet, I secretly ordered a few fish dishes.
The moment she smelled the fish, my fifty-year-old future mother-in-law started vomiting nonstop.
I immediately called off the engagement talks and insisted on taking her to the doctor.
My boyfriend's family fled in a panic.
You wanted to keep this from me, marry me off to your family to care for you during your postpartum confinement, and make me a free nanny for your younger brothers?
This time around, let's see what kind of trouble you can stir up.
