Break up the relationship
Olivia’s POV:
My hands trembled as I replayed the video. This time, I noticed something in the background – a promotional poster hanging on the boutique wall.
“Buy a luxury bag, get a free silk scarf!”
The same brand. The same blue scarf Derek had just given me.
My “special gift” was nothing but a freebie from the bags my own money had bought for Rachel.
I sank into a kitchen chair, my legs no longer able to support me. The beautiful dinner Derek had prepared suddenly looked like
ash.
I’m such a fool that my son prefers my husband’s first love and doesn’t want me to be his mom. My husband pretends to defend me in public and betrays me in private.
I’d built this family with my own hands. Supported it with my own money. I never cared that Derek wasn’t rich – I only wanted
his love.
But they’d been consuming me like vampires. Using me. Betraying me at every turn.
I forced myself to watch more of the video. The boutique clerk’s voice drifted through the speakers:
“Your son is so sweet! You’re lucky to have such a thoughtful boy.”
Oliver beamed at Rachel. “I love my mom the most!”
Mom. The word that used to be mine.
Then Derek appeared in frame. My mate. My supposed eternal love. He was smiling at the scene before him.
“That’s my boy,” he said proudly. “Being a real man means taking care of your mom.
I turned off the video, but the memories wouldn’t stop flooding in. The early days of our marriage played through my mind like a
bitter movie.
