She Called Me Fake, So I Kept Acting

Synopsis

Margaret, my mother-in-law, insisted on celebrating her birthday at an upscale restaurant, and I bent over backward to secure a prime-time reservation. But then, without warning, she sneered at me and snapped, "You're so fake. Just putting on a show for the neighbors." I froze, completely blindsided. She curled her lip and kept digging, "You've got a little change in your pocket and you just can't wait to flaunt it. "Booking five-star tables like they're diners, dropping grand sums on premium spa memberships, buying designer labels without a second thought—you're nothing like Kayla, who actually knows how to clip coupons and run a home properly." My face hardened. She was the one who demanded the bistro, the spa treatments, and the wardrobe in the first place. So now, because I picked up the tab, I'm the one trying to buy my way into high society?