Ryan—the one who swore back in high school he would never marry anyone but me, who vowed eternal love, who willingly took my last name and married into the Lane family—had betrayed me.
At six years old, he was thrown out by his stepfather, starving and digging for food in restaurant dumpsters.
I was the one who took him in, fed him, and paid for his schooling.
My parents treated him like their own, never once belittling him for marrying into our family.
After our marriage, we even entrusted him with managing the Lane family’s businesses, raising him to the top as New York City’s richest man.
And now, he had forgotten that the arrogance Olivia flaunted came from the Lane family’s support.
I laughed in fury. “Fine. Call your husband. I’d like to see exactly how he plans to make us disappear.”
Olivia was about to reply when her son suddenly shouted.
“Mom! This woman’s phone has tons of pictures of Dad!”
Olivia snatched the phone, flipping through quickly. With every glance, her face darkened further.
“No wonder you dared talk back to me. You bitch! Turns out you’re my husband’s mistress!”
“If I don’t beat you to death today, I won’t be Olivia Scott!”