Marrying

Valerie expected Matthew to say something, her heart heavy with the fear that his words–sympathetic or biting–might overwhelm her. 

Up until now, Valerie had considered herself and Matthew equals. Their relationship, though not romantic, had been harmonious. He had shown her respect, and she had admired him, almost reaching the point where they felt like friends sharing a home. 

However, today, Valerie felt diminished and vulnerable, uncertain of Matthew’s perception of her. She hated feeling so exposed and confused. 

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was as tough as scaling a mountain, but she eventually made it to her door. 

Matthew’s silence deepened her sense of despair. She breathed deeply, bracing herself for the possibility that their friendship was at an 

end. 

They weren’t truly married, and she couldn’t allow him to pay Ruth’s demanded dowry. She knew too well that once given, Ruth would demand 

more. 

For years, she had financially supported her mother, contributing 400 dollars monthly, along with gifts and household expenses. Now, her mother expected a dowry in return. 

Respect should be mutual. Valerie was determined not to let Ruth manipulate her emotions any longer. This time, she would stand her ground. 

She anticipated Ruth would try to meddle in her relationship with Matthew. If that happened, divorce seemed the only solution 

Valerie was about to speak when a sudden loud thud interrupted her thoughts. Matthew’s fist had collided with the wall. 

“Mr. Grand” she exclaimed. Shocked, she hurried over to inspect his injury. 

Matthew’s punch had been powerful, his fingers red, his knuckles bleeding. Quickly, Valerie grabbed tissues to dab at the blood and was about to fetch the first aid kit when he unexpectedly seized her wrist. 

“Do you think giving her 100 thousand dollars would make her respect your he asked, his voice sense 

Valerie looked up, meeting Matthew’s intense gaze. 

He continued, Just pay her the money, and maybe she’ll back off and start showing you some respect. What do you think!” 

Valerie was taken aback. “Mr. Grant, what are you suggesting?” 

Matthew’s voice, heavy with anger and deeper than usual, boomed in the room. “She’s your mother, but she has no right to treat you as if you’re merchandise! How can you respect someone who treats you like that? To me, it’s clear she doesn’t even see you as her daughter. She’s treating you like a slave, blind to how outstanding you really are! His face, usually stern, now simmered with rage. 

If this had been at Noria Group, all the executives would be quaking in their boots. 

Caught by surprise, Valerie felt a spark of joy. “Mr. Grant, do you really think I’m exceptional?” She had braced herself for pity or contempt because of her family issues, but praise was the last thing she expected. 

Matthew nodded seriously. “You’re a great cook, you’re gentle, you know how to enjoy life, you understand people well, and you’re good at dealing 

with them.” 

Valerie laughed softly. “And that makes me exceptional:” 

These were qualities even he struggled with. 

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