My Son Chose Another Mom
His face was practically curdling with disgust.
Right on cue, Mona swooped in, all graceful, like she was rehearsing for a soap opera. She laid this delicate, supportive hand on his shoulder, pretending to look sympathetic.
"She is your biological mother, after all," she sighed. "Maybe I should be the one to leave. I'm just the outsider here."
"Don't say that!" Henry interrupted, way too fast. "You're the one who's been a real mother to me. This woman? She's the one who forced her way between you and my father. She's the real home-wrecker."