Mom, Dad Is With Another Pretty Woman!Chapter 1

My parents' love was the stuff of legend in Paris.

My father had three long scars running across his back—marks that he earned rescuing my mother from her own father.

The tallest, grandest building in the city was my father's wedding present to her.

The year I was born, the whole city lit the sky with fireworks all night—my father's gift to my mother.

People said I was the living proof of their love.

When I was three, a pretty woman moved in next door. She put my small hand on her rounded belly and smiled.

"I heard you've always been sickly," she said to me. "Your father finds you a nuisance, so he and I decided to try for another son."

"Your mother can't keep a man—she's useless. You'll have a new mother soon."

I didn't understand half of what she said, but I already had a mother. So when Mom came home I told her everything.

That night the villa next door went up in flames. The woman's sharp screams sliced through the sky. Mom came behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck, soft as always.

"Justin, do you like the present Mommy got you?" she asked.

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