Later, she secretly complained to me about how clueless her son was.
At that moment, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if she were my mom."
Easton was raised by a single mother after his father passed away. His mom came from a wealthy family, so he was technically a second-generation rich kid.
As a scholar with high ambitions, he didn't want to rely on the family fortune and insisted on starting his own business right after college.
After his business succeeded, Eloise would discreetly push me to convince him to take over the family business.
This led to a few arguments between Easton and me after we got married.
As our relationship worsened, the topic became a taboo. Mentioning it always led to a fight.
I still remember the disdain on his face when he asked if I was hoping he'd go back, grab some cash, and mess around with other women.
I threw my dessert right in his face.
Later, for reasons I don't understand, he softened and took over the family business, claiming it was to make me a secure rich wife.
As I approached the door, I saw Eloise beckon me over.
Sitting next to her was a familiar-looking woman.
I froze in shock. Wasn't this the mistress I had caught with Easton just a few days ago?
"Rylee, I called you over today to discuss something."
I thought, "As long as it's not another weird remedy for me to try. My kidneys are already shot."
"Let me introduce you. This is Esther Wallace, Mr. Wallace's youngest daughter from next door. She just returned from studying abroad and now works at a research institute."
"I know her, Mom." I extended a hand in greeting. "She was at my house a few days ago."
Esther blushed. Eloise looked awkward, coughing and muttering, "She's a respectable girl. Why is he so oblivious?"
She glanced at me and continued, "Rylee, I know this is hard on you. But what man doesn't seek a little novelty now and then? Easton still cares about you. Where he's lacking, I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"Mom, I remember all the kindness you've shown me."
I glanced at Esther and forced a smile. "Don't worry, I know what to do."
"You and Easton have been married for years, and I'm getting older. My only wish is to hold a grandchild soon."
Eloise patted my hand, sighing before adding, "I know your health isn't great, and Easton's turning 30 soon. Maybe we could consider a scientific approach to having a child?"
I smiled. "Whatever you think is best."