By the time we'd finalized the strategy, it was already evening when I returned to the Calloway residence.
All three of them were seated at the dining table, picture-perfect. The moment my mother-in-law saw me, the smile on her face curdled into something cold.
"Ava, throwing your little fit these past few days was one thing. But now you're actually talking about divorce?"
"Do you have any idea what that would do to both families' stock prices if word got out?"
I let out a cold laugh.
"No divorce? So you'd rather let your son run around behind my back, dragging the family name through the mud?"
"As for the risks and losses you mentioned, the Henson family can afford them. Save your concern."
In my last life, I'd been nothing but careful and attentive. I treated her like my own mother. And she repaid me by finding a mistress for her son behind my back.
When I was bedridden and dying, she told me I was too domineering, that it was no wonder my husband despised me. She said I should learn from Fiona Prescott in my next life, learn how to keep a man's heart.
And Fiona? She waltzed right into the president's chair at the Henson Group and ground my family beneath her heel.