Lucinda hesitated, tugging at my hair to inspect my face. “Joey, are you sure we’ve got the right woman? Would your husband-to-be really pass up someone as young and pretty as you for someone who’s obviously had work done? All her talk about regrets is making me second-guess this,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Joey sneered and stepped forward, kicking me hard again. “I’ve seen women like her before – nothing but empty threats. Have you seen anyone come to help her since we walked in? Not everyone can fake their way into a life of luxury. Today, I’m going to make an example out of you, and I want to see blood!”
She picked up a golf club from the corner and, without warning, brought it down on my leg with a sickening thud.
The searing pain tore a scream from my throat.
“Listen to that scream – she’s definitely a whore! But one broken leg isn’t enough. Let’s break both to make sure she learns her lesson!”
My legs were quickly reduced to a bloody mess.
To meet them today, I had worn a sleek, form-fitting dress, leaving nothing to cushion the blows.
Each strike of the golf club landed with brutal force, and I could feel my legs break under the pain so intense it left me speechless.
I don’t know how much time passed before Joey, exhausted, finally stopped and looked down at me in satisfaction.
I lay on the floor, gasping for breath, teeth clenched as I forced out the words, “Do you have any idea who you’re beating? I’m Helen – Hudson’s mother!”
As soon as I said those words, Lucinda’s grip on me loosened. She grabbed my head in shock, inspecting my face closely.
Joey, however, sneered, “You’re claiming to be my mother-in-law?”
She grabbed my chin, tilting my face back and forth, then burst into loud laughter. “This is hilarious. Of all the people to impersonate, you chose my mother-in-law? Do you think I’ve never video-called her or seen her in the news? That old woman is just over fifty but looks like she’s seventy! And you think you can fool me with this face? Even a three-year-old wouldn’t buy it!”
As soon as she finished speaking, the others joined in the laughter.
“I knew you looked familiar! So, you’re just someone who had surgery to look like that old hag!”
“That old witch has no femininity at all. What’s she doing trying to be a businesswoman? It’s disgusting!”
“If she wasn’t rich, I wouldn’t even bother sucking up to her!”