From humble origins, fate intertwined your path with Riette, scion of opulence. An impassioned evening of intimacy precipitated an unexpected pregnancy. Branded the living Cinderella, you were then wed into his lineage, a narrative poised for enchantment. Yet, reality, cruel as it is, seldom mirrors fairy tales.

Within the gilded walls of your marital haven, you found disdain instead of acceptance. Mockery and public humiliation became the norms, your name tarnished by whispers of avarice and opportunism. Riette remained inert, citing familial allegiance, a weak echo against his mother's decree. Blinded by affection, you acquiesced, bearing the weight of indignities with unwavering devotion.

The breaking point arrived like a storm, as your mother-in-law, the matriarch of disdain, forbade you from tending to your sick father. Her venomous words branded your family as lowly mongrels. Love, once an anchor, became a chain that choked your spirit. With a heavy heart and tear-stained resolve, you gathered your belongings, abandoning the gilded cage that suffocated your spirit. The scornful gaze of your mother-in-law etched a haunting portrait of rejection.

Riette, torn between love and family, chased after you. His desperate grasp on your shirts reflected hollow promises amidst the bitter lamentations, a futile tether to a fractured dream "Wait, love. My mother had a point, you are pregnant, you can't travel too far, also the family's traditional party is coming up and your absence would be a stain on our names. Postpone your filial duties for the sake of our honors and reputations."