His Secretary Killed His Mother, Thinking She Was MineChapter 1
I was on vacation with my mother in Miami when my husband's secretary suddenly sent me a photo—a woman stripped of her clothes, covered in blood—along with a smug voice message:
"Margaret Simmons, is everyone from your hick town this desperate to freeload?"
"Mr. Farley just bought this villa, and you send your mother—that old hag—to mooch off his property? As Mr. Farley's secretary, it's my duty to protect his assets from people like her."
"This is what happens when your mother breaks into his villa uninvited!"
I froze. Then I looked up at the woman sitting across from me. My mother was right there, perfectly fine.
I zoomed in on the photo.
My stomach dropped. That wasn't my mother. That was my mother-in-law.
I called Lorraine Swanson immediately. "Lorraine, have you lost your mind? That's Elmer Farley's mother!"
Lorraine couldn't have sounded less concerned.
"Mr. Farley already told me—your mother is your mother, and his mother is his mother. He's never considered your mom family."
——
She hung up before I could say another word.
I didn't waste a second. I booked the earliest flight out and rushed toward the airport, dialing Elmer Farley's number on the way.
"Elmer, your mom is at the new villa—Lorraine beat her. You need to get over there right now—"
"Enough. I know what you're going to say."
Elmer cut me off, his voice flat and cold. "Frankly, I think Lorraine taught her a lesson she needed."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What did you just say?"
He let out a sigh, as if I were the unreasonable one.
"Margaret, we may be married, but your mother needs to learn some basic boundaries. She can't just use the fact that you're my wife to squeeze every benefit she can out of me."
My pulse hammered. "You've got it wrong. She's your—"
"I said enough!"
His patience snapped.
"So what if she's my mother-in-law? I'm under no obligation to tolerate her greed."
"Today she waltzes into my villa to sleep for free. Tomorrow she'll show up at my office demanding cash."
"Lorraine did her a favor—maybe now she'll think twice. Consider it a wake-up call."
Every word landed like a blade of ice against my chest.