My Husband Let His Mistress Kill His MotherChapter 1 The Surprise
I intended to give my husband a surprise. Instead, I walked straight into a nightmare.
It was New Year's Eve. I had secretly brought my parents-in-law to Anthony's newly opened high-end restaurant, hoping to celebrate their return from abroad with a family dinner.
The service was suspiciously fast. In less than ten minutes, the table was full. But as the steam cleared, the reality was stark—these weren't fresh, chef-prepared meals. They were pre-made, industrial packets. Some of the meat still glistened with ice crystals, not even fully thawed.
My father-in-law's face darkened. He slammed his hand on the table and demanded the manager.
When she clicked her way over in high heels, my stomach dropped. It wasn't just any employee. It was Jasmine Maxwell, my husband's secretary.
"What kind of poverty-stricken trash thinks they're worthy of putting on airs here?" Jasmine crossed her arms, looking down her nose at us. "Serving you pre-made dishes is already more dignity than two old geezers like you deserve."
My in-laws sat frozen, their faces draining of color.
I stood up, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. "Jasmine Maxwell, watch your mouth. Do you have any idea who these people are?"
She scoffed. "Please. Aren't they just your deadbeat parents?"
She looked me up and down with a sneer. "It's bad enough you rely on being 'Tony darling's' wife to survive, but now you're dragging these two old leeches here to mooch off him on New Year's? Not a chance."
Before I could retort, she slapped a receipt against my chest.
"Tony darling opened this restaurant for me," she hissed. "You broke dogs better not think about getting a free ride today."
I snatched the bill from the air. A bitter laugh escaped me.
Eighty-eight thousand dollars.
For a table of frozen slop.
I didn't waste another second with her. I pulled out my phone and dialed Anthony Sanchez.
"The lapdog you keep is currently extorting your parents at the restaurant," I said the moment the line connected. "How do you intend to handle this?"
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A pause. Then Anthony's voice came through, dripping with ice.
"Jasmine already briefed me. You have some nerve, Violet Henson. You brought your parents to Bay City without telling me, and now you're trying to scam a free meal?"