Chapter 3 - Noah Clings to Me While Linda Smiles Triumphantly
Noah buried his face against my waist, his small frame trembling with a mixture of fear and confusion.
“Mommy, make Grandma go away,” my eight-year-old son whispered, his voice muffled by my apron.
I wrapped both arms tightly around him, refusing to look away from the man I had married seven years ago.
“She didn't start a fight, Ryan; your mother grabbed our son by the arm after he said no,” I stated clearly.
Linda gave a theatrical gasp, placing a manicured hand over her chest as if she had been physically struck.
“How can you stand there and lie to your own husband after everything I’ve done for this family?” Linda cried.
Ryan stepped closer to me, his jaw clenched tight with an anger fueled entirely by his mother’s performance.
“Stop playing the victim, Elena. My mother only wanted to take Noah out for ice cream this afternoon,” Ryan defended.
“She didn’t ask, Ryan. She walked in uninvited and demanded to take him away,” I shot back without flinching.
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A silent, wicked smirk flashed across Linda’s face for a fraction of a second while Ryan’s back was turned.
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