Jilted Fiancée: I Married His Uncle

Nora's POV

As Justin Ford watched me back away from him, he burst out laughing.

"Come on, drop the act. I know you're only crying because you're so happy to see me."

"I'm back now, so stop playing hard to get," he sneered. "Take good care of Cindy and me, and you can be Mrs. Ford too. No one's taking that title away from you."

Hearing that, I was so angry I almost laughed.

I wiped away the tears his smoke had brought to my eyes, then said in a slow, mocking tone, "Justin, what makes you think you're the only man for me?"

He blew out another ring of smoke and stared at me like I was an idiot.

"You got engaged to me when you were 20. You've been tied to the Ford name ever since, and you've raised my son for years. If you don't marry me, who else would want you?"

At those words, I felt nothing but relief. Thank God I'd dumped this scumbag back then and married someone else.

Years ago, when we said goodbye at the airport, he held me tight and swore, "Nora, wait five months for me. I'll make something of myself, then come back and marry you."

But barely a month after he left, his son with Cindy Tanner was brought to my doorstep. That was when I found out the two of them had been fooling around behind my back all along.

Everyone in Aldermere knew except me. I was the last one to find out.

Every time I thought about it, I had the overwhelming urge to slap him across the face.

Just as I raised my hand, a sweet little voice rang out.

"Mommy!"

My son, Bryson Ford, came bounding toward me with his arms stretched wide for a hug. His dad had meetings all day, so I'd brought him along with me.

I bent down to scoop him up, but before I could reach him, someone yanked him away.

"Who are you calling Mommy? I'm the one who's your mom!"

Cindy stormed out from behind Justin and slapped Bryson twice across the face.

My eye twitched with rage, and I shoved her back hard.

Before she even hit the ground, she tugged on Justin's sleeve and began to sob. "Justin, all I wanted was for my own son to call me Mom. If Nora won't allow it, fine, but how could she lay a hand on me?"

Her cry immediately drew the bodyguards over. They quickly closed in around Bryson and me while Justin stood off to the side, watching coldly.

I shielded Bryson behind me, grinding my teeth as I demanded, "Are you all blind? You're surrounding me over a maid? Do you even know who I am?"

"Enough!" Justin barked.

He stubbed out his cigarette and jabbed a finger straight at me.

"Nora Shaw, who gave you the nerve to talk about Cindy like that? She's Mrs. Ford and this boy's biological mother! Not only did you keep Cindy from being reunited with her own son, but now you're humiliating her in public too?"

I snorted and shoved his hand aside. "A maid wants to play mother to my son? What makes her think she's worthy?"

If I hadn't been softhearted enough to let her stay at the Ford estate all those years ago, she would have starved to death on the street.

Who could have guessed she'd turn around and bite the hand that fed her?

My words only fueled Justin's rage.

He snatched Bryson from behind me and shoved him into Cindy's arms.

The whole courtyard echoed with Bryson's wailing. "You're bad people! Get away from me!"