Laura's Pov.“I'm starting to think you are allergic to productivity,” I heard a very familiar feminine voice saying from my sleep.“You are more useless than a wet noodle,” the voice continued to rain curses.I slowly opened my eyes, blinking them stylishly to adjust to the lightning in my surroundings. My eyes opened and I saw that I was in my room and on my own bed, but I had no memory of how I got there.The events of the previous night were hazy, but I vaguely recalled meeting a stranger, and fucking him ruthlessly in the club's restroom, and gratefully coming back home before Ethan and his mommy.I turned my head to see my mother-in-law standing in my bedroom doorway, a cup of coffee in her hand with a condescending look on her face. Her son, my husband, was right beside her, and they both stared at me like I was a disgusting piece of trash.“Sometimes, I wonder why my son hasn't gotten rid of you,” she said, walking over to my bed, and dripping the hot coffee on my face.I rubb
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