Becoming My Ex's Mother In Law Novels & Stories

Sometimes, I feel terrified. Late that day, I tried to do business with my case when I heard a very familiar voice. It was my mother in law, or should I say my ex mother in law. With her is Nick and his new girlfriend. They entered the living room and agreed to talk about our problems. Nick has decided to agree to whatever my demands are and just wanted to have Althea during weekends and special occasions. His mother also added some important points and that we should think of what will be the good outcome for our daughter and not for our own.

I don't know why that joke doesn't feel funny right now. "Ella dear." My mother in law gently stroked my long hair. "I will visit you regularly, dear. I will regularly visit my beautiful grandchildren," my mother in law said gently. "Mother... "I hugged my mother in law tightly as if I didn't want to let her go. My mother in law laughed. "Dear Ella, you are like little Arga when I go to the market." "Ah, my mother, can't you come home tomorrow?" I'm still trying to whine.

“Mates aren’t meant to be apart like this, so her wolf is probably in agony, taking your mother with her. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn’t. Not while I’m in here at least. The most you can do right now is to be there for her and remind her that you love her.” I nodded as tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him that every time I tried to speak to my mother the only thing, she wanted to talk about was Ethan and how I was disrespectful towards him. I didn’t want to tell him that my fated mate is engaged to be married to another woman and in order for him to help our family, I need to be his mistress and drop out of school. My stomach twisted at the very thought. My

“Mrs. Moretti. It’s been a while.” “I need information on someone,” I said coldly, staring out at the darkened gardens. “Her name is Isabella Moretti. Newly married to my ex-husband. Dig deep. Past relationships. Family debts. Any connection to my son, Salvatore. I want everything.” “Understood. I’ll start immediately.” I ended the call and smiled into the darkness. If there were a secret here, I would unearth it. And when I did, I would burn this sham of a marriage to the ground.

“She’s my girlfriend, Amira. Which means you have to start calling her mom.” The crowd gasped so loudly it was like a wave crashing through the hall. I froze. My lips parted, stunned by his words. Mom? Did I hear him right? But only I caught it—the little sneer hidden at the edge of his lips when he said it. A cruel joke just for me. Still, the thought almost made me laugh out loud. Amira… calling me mom. What a sweet twist of fate. The same woman who tormented me, who gloated over my pain, who thought herself untouchable. Now, I had suddenly become her stepmother.

"So it's wrong. I'm old enough to be her father. What am I supposed to do? Pursue a woman half my age who I only married to save her life?" "If she wants you too? Yeah. That's exactly what you're supposed to do." I shake my head. "You don't understand. It's not just the age. It's everything else." "Like what?" "Like the fact that she's Ethan's ex-wife. My son's ex-wife. I married my son's ex-wife. How fucked up is that?" "Ethan gave up any claim to her..." "It doesn't matter. The optics alone are terrible. People already think I'm losing it. Getting soft. If I actually get involved with her? If this becomes real? They'll say I'm thinking with my dick instead of my brain."

I eyed the length of her. “Is Glenda your ex?” Her curious gaze was set firmly on me. She interpreted my silence to be consent and gasped as the realization hit her. “You brought your ex into your father's home?” She asked incredulously. “I didn't bring her here. She was forced to marry him… Lucy, you don't know the half of it. Leave it!” I snapped at her. “How do you think your father would react when he finds out about this?” Her tone dripped with astonishment.

"What the hell is this? Sloane... why are you wearing those? Those are the family emeralds! Those belong to my mother! You have no right to touch them!" I took a slow, elegant sip of my champagne, looking at my ex-boyfriend over the rim of my glass with an icy, unbothered detachment. "Your mother wore them as the matriarch of this empire, Finn," I said, my voice smooth, slow, and carrying a deadly edge. "And as the Chief Restructuring Officer who currently holds your entire legacy in her hands... I think they suit me perfectly." "You're using my father to get back at me!" Finn yelled, his face flushing a violent crimson as he tried to take a step closer to me.

There was a pause on the other end before Lucas responded, “I’m at the office, Taylor. But I think you should know…” I cut him off, my heart racing. “Just go on with your job; she won’t hurt you.” But before he could respond, my mother’s voice cut in again, “Baby, don’t bother. I’m your client, so you should treat me with the utmost respect.” I sighed. “Mum, what do you want? Which case do you want us to stand in for you?”

'Mother doesn't like him, he's not good for you'. "Argh .... Rara ..." I let go of everything. Who is this? Who do I imagine my wife? Quickly, I put all my clothes back on. I promise I will never meet this crazy girl again. I will fix my household. When my friends the same age, they are having fun and free like Eloy. I have to face having a mother-in-law who --- damn it! ____________________________ I love, how Gerald express his feeling. So frontal. Thank you, for enjoying the story🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗