I Paid for Everything,Then My Son Told Me to Disappear Chapter 1
My son had his eye on a car. Everything was settled—all that was left was to pay.
I'd taken the day off work specifically to go with him to the dealership. I was just about to swipe my card when his girlfriend sent a voice message.
"Tell your mom to call an Uber home after she pays. This is our car—yours and mine. If she has any sense, she won't try to ride in it."
I'd scraped and sacrificed to put my son through college. I'd supported him well into his twenties.
Now I was buying him a car outright, and there wasn't even a seat in it for me.
Ignoring the look of disappointment on my face, my son let out a sigh.
"Mom, I'm a grown man. You need to respect boundaries. This car belongs to me and Muriel—it's for our little family. Just pay and head home, okay?"
I nodded, picked up my purse, and walked away.
On my way out, I sent a voice message to my bank manager.
"That fifty thousand—go ahead and lock it into a fixed deposit."
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I didn't spare a glance at Dylan Lawson's stunned expression. I grabbed my purse and headed straight for the exit.
He froze for a second, then scrambled after me.
He caught my arm, flushed and furious.
"Mom! What are you doing now?"
"You're seriously throwing a fit in public? The price was already negotiated—are you trying to humiliate me?"
I shook his hand off. Cold.
"I changed my mind. It's my money. Is there a problem with me not wanting to spend it?"
Dylan planted himself in front of me, blocking my path.
"If you don't buy it, how am I supposed to explain this to Muriel?"
"That's your problem," I said, and stepped around him toward the bus stop.
The salesman rushed up behind me too.
"Ma'am, your daughter-in-law isn't wrong, you know. The spousal relationship always comes first. Your son's married now—he's not a baby who still needs his mother."
"If you insist on sticking your nose into everything, how's he supposed to have a decent married life?"
I looked at him—at the card reader clutched in his hands, the desperation to close the deal plastered all over his face.
He didn't seem to understand who was actually holding the wallet.
Emboldened by the salesman's words, Dylan chased after me, his face twisted with resentment.
"No wonder you've been alone all these years. Who could put up with someone as unhinged as you?"