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I never told my in-laws who my father really was. To them, I was free labor, not a wife. “Servants eat standing,” my mother-in-law hissed as she shoved me, a sharp pain tearing through my side. I reached for my phone. My husband laughed, “Go ahead, I’m a lawyer. You can’t beat me.” My fingers didn’t even tremble. “Then talk to my father,” I whispered—right before their world began to crack. I never told my in-laws who my father really was. To them, I was just Emily, the girl their son married to