Novel & Cerita Becoming My Ex's Mother In Law

"I'm the town handyman your mother called me when things broke. That's all." "That's all," I repeated, not believing him for a second.The lawyer's office was three blocks away. I left Gus in the restaurant and walked there in the fading afternoon light, my mind spinning with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Mr. Santoro was an old man who'd known my family since before I was born. He offered his condolences, handed me documents to sign, and then dropped the bomb I should have seen coming."Your mother remarried six months ago."I stared at him. "What?"

The moment Bertha saw the old woman walk in, her face fell. “Are you here to see if I have died?” she asked and the old woman approaching paused slightly before proceeding to stand in front of Bertha’s bed. “Is this how you address your mother in law you have not seen in years?” Martha Jackson asked in dissatisfaction. “Mother in law? Whose mother in law? It can’t be mine. I remember you refused to take out money to help with my hospital bills and even took the money my father in law left for me to give your son’s daughter a nose job when I was struggling to pay the hospital bills. You even tried to kill me a few years ago and was given a restraining order. You still dare to say you are my m

“I see you haven’t changed, Alvarez. Always so quick to shut me out.” His jaw worked, grinding, but before he could snarl something back, her gaze moved to me, softer this time, though still sharp enough to cut. “Elena,” she said, her voice calm. “I’m an old friend of your mother’s.” I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. “My… mother?” “Yes.” Her lips curved into something that was meant to be kind but carried the weight of secrets. “I was her lawyer back then. And her friend. When I saw this case your father’s case I knew I couldn’t ignore it. So I came.”

I even sent her money. “Mrs. Chapman, do you need something?” I asked indifferently. “Ms. Lynch, please... Please let Cole off...” Cole’s mother sobbed over the phone. “He got beaten up in there, and his leg still hasn’t healed… We sold our houses... We paid so much in compensation... “I know he did you wrong... but he’s still my son… Be the bigger person... Please just cut him some slack...” I listened to her cries indifferently.

“His mental state seems questionable. I think it’s best for him to remain here under treatment.” After handling everything, I stepped outside and got into my mom’s car. She smiled at me as she started the engine. “Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to a few of the old company veterans. Time to build our own empire.”

"So, why are you here if it's not my Mum who begged you to become my wife again?" "Oh yeah, she did mention that you came to harass her yesterday. How could you? Do you have no ounce of shame? Do you even consider how your mum feels having to watch from the sidelines?" Richard grits his teeth. "She's my mum, not yours." "She's my mother in law, therefore my mum. Whatever affects her, affects me too." "Says who?" Richard stands up from the chair and stands right in front of Ivy who looks at him with no hint of fear in her eyes.

His lips pressed to mine in the shadow of the prom corridor, his hands steady as he slipped me that card, whispering, I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. I blink the memory away just as she appears. My new “stepmother.” Perfect hair, diamond bracelet. She smelled like vanilla and money. Nice to finally meet you, Evan!” she said brightly, sweeping down the stairs like a scene from some soap opera. My dad crosses the room and kisses her cheek like she hung the stars. Gross. The woman reached us, perfume thick and expensive. “I’m so happy you’re here!” She cupped my face like I was some lost puppy. “And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.”

"Mom, you should have been more careful. Why did you let just anyone in?" The younger woman held up her phone and began filming me with her brows furrowed. "There are a lot of mental people nowadays. If she breaks anything in our house or causes any trouble, there's nothing we can do." After listening to those words, the elder lady pointed at me with a broom and threatened, "Get the hell out of here or I'll beat you up!" With that said, she swung the broom in her hand.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

I guess it's really our home since we've become a family now. “Now am left alone with his mother sending me scornful looks like am some kind of piece of gum. “Just a few more weeks”I murmur to myself trying to breathe and calm myself like a balm on a wound. “I can scream at her nor reprimand because technically she's my mother-in-law and am supposed to make her like me”I thought grimly... “Oh it seems I missed the big party”A real gorgeous, curvy red head beauty says waltzing into the room and the most unexpected happened.