Love from My Dominant Boss

“Y-You!” Josephine sputtered with anger, now offended at my indifference about the photographs. “Mrs. Shaw, if you’re here to convince me to leave Michael, I’m sorry, but I can’t concede to your request.

Nothing you do or say can force me to change my mind!” I declared firmly and calmly, undeterred by her rage. Being together with Michael was the only silver lining in my life right now. I would not allow anyone to take my happiness away from me.

“Anna Garcia, I’m Michael’s mother. What do you think he’ll say about your rude attitude?” Josephine had regained her composure at an astonishingly fast speed, though rage still burned in her eyes. “It’s exactly because you’re his mother that I’ve been putting up with your antics, but you’ve never once shown me the respect I deserve.”

I’ve wasted too much time trying to convince her to accept me. How can she sacrifice Michael’s happiness to further her interests? “Respect? I refuse to respect a gold-digger! If you knew your place, you should have left Michael a long time ago!” Gone was Josephine’s calm facade as she glared at me disdainfully.

I inhaled deeply to suppress my rage. Her words and her assumptions were nothing short of offensive. Is that what she truly thinks of me? A gold-digger? I wondered if the members of high society viewed everyone around them through a materialistic lens.

Is one’s self-worth truly defined by his or her class? Do the poor have no right to pursue their happiness? “Mrs. Shaw, I’ve always been patient and civil to you for Michael’s sake. My only wish was for you to return my respect. I may come from the village, but my pride is as valuable to me as the next person. I won’t allow you to trample over it.” Her status as Michael’s mother did not give her the right to insult and humiliate me as and when she pleased.

enough. Josephine looked like she had more to say, though I did not wish to subject myself to further humiliation. I stared at her and hesitated

Michael. I could feel her

with Josephine had doused any excitement I felt at preparing dinner for Michael.

Our wedding was less than a week away and he had been busy handling the final

been a much grander affair, he barely showed any interest in planning it and had instead allowed Josephine to organize the wedding as she pleased. I was elated at his hands-on involvement in our big day. Michael’s actions spoke volumes

to him and retrieved his briefcase. I helped him remove his blazer after that. Michael felt uncomfortable wearing his blazer at home. It was a habit

so soon.” Michael lifted

wedding yourself. I feel sorry that I haven’t been able to help with anything.” I felt guilty about spending my days at home, helplessly waiting for

focus on taking care of yourself and the baby.” Michael tapped my nose fondly, which immediately soothed my concern. I shuddered at his affectionate gesture. I loved it when he treated me this way; it kept the romance alive. “I prepared your