Chapter 3 - THE MOTHER’S BETRAYAL
The Older Mother, standing just a few feet away in her plum purple wool coat, had stopped mid-sentence, her expression frozen in a mask of horror.
She had always known, hadn't she?
The way she had pushed for the divorce, the way she had insisted Laura disappear from their lives, suddenly made a sickening kind of sense.
"Mom," Damon said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low register as he stepped toward her.
"Tell me you didn't know," he demanded, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of deception or lingering guilt.
The Older Mother didn't shrink back; instead, she straightened her coat, her face hardening into a shield of aristocratic indifference.
"I did what was necessary for the family legacy, Damon," she replied, her voice eerily calm amidst the chaotic mall holiday noise.
"Legacy?" Damon shouted, causing a group of teenagers nearby to stop and stare at the unfolding domestic disaster.
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"You traded my children for a legacy?" he roared, his coffee cup falling to the floor, spilling brown liquid across the polished marble.
The New Girlfriend took an involuntary step backward, realizing she had been dating a man whose life was built on a foundation of lies.
