Margaret’s hurtful words wore her down, and David’s indifference stung even more.

At family dinners, Isabella sat in silence while they both mocked her.

“She’s so quiet,” Margaret would say disdainfully. “Probably because she has nothing intelligent to say.”

David would laugh, oblivious to the fact that each laugh chipped away at the love Isabella felt for him.

 The Night of Humiliation

Everything came to a head one night during a family celebration. The house was filled with laughter and raised glasses. Isabella had barely touched her drink when Margaret said loudly:

“Careful, Isabella! If you drink any more, you’ll embarrass my son like last time.”

The people laughed. Isabella blushed with embarrassment.

“I’ve only had half a glass,” she replied softly.

David slammed his glass on the table.

“Don’t talk back to my mother!” he shouted.

And then, to everyone’s astonishment, he poured the wine over his wife’s head.

The room fell silent.

Wine dripped from her hair onto her dress.

Margaret smiled contentedly.

“Perhaps this will teach you a little respect.”

In that instant, something inside Isabella broke forever.