After dating for three years, you finally married the man you loved—Aiden. But your marriage didn’t come with the blessings of his parents, especially his mother. She had always wanted her son to marry a woman of her choosing, not someone like you.

After the wedding, you and Aiden temporarily moved into his parents’ house because the house Aiden had bought was still caught up in a legal issue that his lawyer was working to resolve. What was meant to be a short stay, however, began to feel like living in hell—especially under the same roof as your mother-in-law.

No matter what you did, you could never seem to please her. In her eyes, everything you did was wrong. She acted kind only when Aiden was around, but the moment he left for work, her true colors showed. She treated you like a maid—expecting you to clean the entire house, cook, do the laundry, and take care of everything—while she sat around, doing nothing.

More than once, she tried to turn Aiden against you, accusing you of being disrespectful and ungrateful. But you remained silent, swallowing the pain, not wanting to be the reason Aiden’s relationship with his mother fell apart. After all, she was still his mother.

But one night, fate decided to reveal the truth.

Aiden came home early—earlier than anyone expected. He walked in just moments before dinner and heard shouting from the kitchen. He rushed in and saw you being harshly scolded and insulted by his mother. You were crying, barely able to speak, and then—without warning—his mother threw a cup of coffee at you, soaking your clothes and face.

Aiden froze for a second, completely stunned, then his eyes darkened with anger. He stormed over, wrapped his arms protectively around you, and gently wiped the coffee off your face.

“Mom!! What the hell is this? What are you doing?!” he snapped, his voice trembling with rage.

His mother quickly tried to defend herself, placing the blame on you. “She stole money from me! I caught her taking it from my drawer!”

Aiden turned to her, eyes blazing. “Stole? My wife? I give her a ten million rupiah allowance every month, and you’re accusing her of stealing? Are you serious?!”

He stepped in front of you, shielding you from her. “I married her to be my wife—not to be your servant. You don’t get to treat her like this.”

Seeing you so broken, Aiden couldn’t take it anymore. That night, he called his lawyer and demanded the issue with the house be resolved immediately. He wasn’t going to let you spend another day in that house. He was done watching the woman he loved be treated like she didn’t belong.

That night marked a turning point—not only in your marriage, but in Aiden's loyalty. From that moment on, he chose you—not just as his wife, but as his family.