Rebirth of the vengeful luna

The restaurant was cloaked in a heavy silence as I sat at the table, my anxiety mounting with each passing moment. I fiddled with my tie, my heart pounding in my chest. The dimly lit surroundings seemed to mirror the shadows that had cast a pall over my aspirations and dreams.

The strained relationship with my mother-in-law had plagued me from the beginning. She never missed an opportunity to remind me of my perceived inadequacies, constantly belittling my achievements and undermining my worth. In her eyes, I was a failure, a disappointment who couldn't live up to her expectations despite my university degree. Her disdainful glances and dismissive comments had become a constant weight on my shoulders.

But against all odds, a glimmer of hope had emerged. Yesterday, my mother-in-law had agreed to meet me at this very restaurant, offering a sliver of compassion in the midst of the judgment she had relentlessly poured upon me over the years. She had agreed to discuss lending me the money