As I lay there, curled up and barely alive, my future daughter-in-law ripped off the sack, revealing my face:
“Honey, this is the bitch who tried to seduce you!”
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After my husband died, I worked tirelessly, day and night, to turn our small family business into the Barrett Group.
I raised my son on my own, until he took over the company entirely, finally giving me some free time.
But the media, ever looking to stir trouble, tried to drive a wedge between us:
“Mr. Barrett, you’ve made bold moves since taking over. Are you trying to sideline your mother?”
My son immediately blacklisted that media outlet, declaring angrily, “My mother will always be the president of Barrett Group. I’ll be her son for life!”
My son was both filial and capable, and I was happy to step back and travel the world. I only recently returned to the country to stay for a while, as my son’s wedding was approaching.
Wanting to show my support for the wedding, I made a point of getting a full beauty treatment in France before returning.
The last time I met my future in-laws was via video call, so this would be our first formal meeting. I dressed up especially for the occasion.