After Marrying My Boss

“Of course! You can stare at it as long as you want once we get home.” Michael's grin grew wider as he razzed me.

Gazing into his eyes, I instantly knew that he was teasing me. It was embarrassing, but the moment I recalled the fact that we had gotten ourselves the marriage certificate, I found myself not minding the teasing at all.

“Enough. Let's go in.”

When he saw me rolling my eyes, he decided to shut his mouth and said no more. Yet, the sly grin on his face never left.

As soon as we entered the living room, we were greeted by the sight of Josephine sitting on the couch with a grim expression.

For some reason, the moment her eyes fell on the certificate in my hands, I panicked, knowing that she wouldn't be fond of finding out what we did a few moments ago. After all, for her, I was with Michael for his fortune all this time.

Josephine then shifted her gaze to my face and asked coldly, “What are you holding?”

My heart raced at her question. Out of reflex, I hid the marriage certificate behind my back, not wanting her to see it. Unfortunately, my attempt was to no avail, and instead, it had successfully angered her.

“What is it? Take it out, now!”

Her eyes were boiling with rage at that moment.

“I...”

I was hesitant to obey her instruction, knowing that she would be more dissatisfied with me if she knew about the truth.

Noticing that I was taking a long time hesitating, her temper rose. She rose to her feet abruptly and snapped, “Don't you have any respect for your elders? Didn't you hear me? Show me now!”

Hearing that, Michael frowned and decided to interrupt with a tinge of fury in his tone, “Mom, enough! Anna's pregnant. Why are you yelling at her?”

Josephine was taken aback, never expecting Michael to stand up for me at such a moment. When she regained her senses, she glared at him.

“Michael, is this how you should speak to me? All because of this woman, you are now arguing with me almost every day. Do you still see me as your mother? Could it be that she is more important than me in your heart?”

Whenever Michael took my side, Josephine would grow angrier, and in the end, despise me further. I had discussed this topic with Michael multiple times before, yet he would always brush it off and ignore me, even telling me that no one could bully me in front of him.

“Mom, if you want me to be nice to you, you should rectify your way of treating Anna first. She's my woman, not a servant in our house.”

Michael remained unfazed and kept looking at Josephine coldly. Being as assertive as Michael, no one could threaten him.

“You're getting more headstrong by the day! Are you sure that you want to keep defying me for this woman? I'm your mother!”

She got even more worked up as she went on. By the time she finished her remarks, she instantly turned toward me and stared daggers at me. At that, I couldn't help but fidget in nervousness.

Before Michael could say something, I signaled for him to stop by pulling his hand. I knew that he was trying to protect me, but the more he spoke up for me, the more hatred Josephine would have for me.

“Mom, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that I haven't thought of a proper way to tell you about it.”

After taking two steps forward, I stopped in front of her. I decided to call her “Mom” after hesitating for a while, as Michael and I were legally married now.

Josephine frowned upon hearing how I addressed her. Her gaze radiated disgust as she looked at me.

“I have told you before that I'll never acknowledge you as my daughter-in-law, so don't call me that!”

It would be a lie to say I wasn't upset nor livid at her contemptuous remarks. However, I chose to suppress my anger, not wanting to cause any more arguments.

“I know you don't like me, but we had gotten our marriage certificate. Now that we're a legally married couple, there's nothing wrong with me calling you that. In fact, it's the way it should be.”