“I’m telling you, from today on, the only daughter-in-law I recognize is Cynthia. Get out right now, you’re dirtying my family’s home!”
Following Sharon’s gaze, Cynthia looked over, her eyes gleaming with pride.
“Godmother, don’t say that. Otherwise, if Addison gets jealous and spreads rumors outside that I’m seducing Javon, that wouldn’t be good.”
“I’d like to see her dare!”
I knew Sharon had never liked me. She thought I was too capable, too difficult to control, and that once married, I would hold Javon under my thumb.
Cynthia, on the other hand, was gentle, sweet-tongued, and devoted herself wholly to Javon. She had always been the one my mother-in-law wished for as his wife.
Only later, after Cynthia married into money and I willingly gave up my career to return to the family, did she reluctantly accept me.
All these years, I had given the family no child, and her dissatisfaction with me had already grown to its peak.
Now Cynthia had come back, holding a son for Javon, and my mother-in-law cast off all pretense, pouring her pent-up resentment onto me.
She had no idea that all seven of my miscarriages were nothing but schemes by her own son.