And his wife—perfectly dressed, perfectly composed—stood above her, hands on her hips, barking demands like a queen displeased with a servant.
The millionaire felt the ground shift under him.
His mother—who had spent her whole life working two jobs to raise him alone.
His mother—who had given him everything he had.
His mother—now treated like this… in his home.
His wife, thinking she was alone, turned to scold the children again.
But when her eyes met his standing in the doorway—
Her smug expression cracked.
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