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My Ex’s mom 1

Author: Faithuba
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I wasn’t invited. But I came anyway.

The Carlisle estate sat like a smug monument to wealth at the edge of the hills, its white columns and manicured lawns lit up like a goddamn wedding cake in the dusk. A valet raised a brow as I pulled up in my old black car, but I tossed him the keys without blinking, walked up the marble steps like I had every right to be there, and stepped into a room full of people who’d rather pretend I didn’t exist.

I scanned the crowd with a glass of whatever expensive champagne was on the tray. Everyone looked polished. Tight dresses, crisp tuxedos, too many fake smiles. Liana was at the center, of course. Birthday girl. My ex. Laughing in a blood-red dress like she hadn’t broken me just three months ago. She hadn’t even seen me yet.

Good. I wasn’t here for her.

I was here for her mother.

And the second I spotted her, standing near the back wall talking to a man twice her age but only half her power, I forgot how to breathe.

Celeste Carlisle. Tall. Poised. S
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