Fighting back my tears, I responded with a feigned complaint, "Mom, what are you talking about! Oliver and I don't have that plans."
My mother laughed, her voice hoarse.
"I'm relieved to see that you have a happy family," she said, then gently placed her dry, rough hand in my palm and gave it a comforting pat.
I could only endure all the pain and joke around with her.
I still had a mother to take care of, and I absolutely couldn't fall down.
When I returned to the villa, I saw the person I least wanted to see.
Cleo, wearing sunglasses, was waiting for me in front of the villa with a bag of gifts.
"Eloise, it's been a while. Why don't you invite me in and have a seat?"
I clenched my fists, replying, "You don't deserve it."
A sarcastic smile emerged on her ruddy face.
"Why? I've been away for so many years, yet Oliver still cares about me. It seems that you're still lame wining over men."
I retorted, "Then do you know why he married me?"
She sneered with contempt. "If he hadn't been drunk that night and mistook you for me, how could you gotten pregnant with his child!"
I laughed. "So that's what he told you? What a shame..."