With an hour left before the scheduled meeting, I was all set to leave the old family estate, filled with anticipation and goodwill.
Suddenly, the villa’s door was kicked open, and a group of people stormed into the living room, full of anger.
“Where’s the tramp who seduced my son-in-law? Get out here!”
“What nerve! A washed-up tramp trying to steal someone else’s husband – she’s asking for a beating!”
“Hiding, are you? Coward! If you had the guts to sneak into his bed, come out and face me!”
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The vicious insults echoed through the living room and reached the bedroom.
Frowning, I thought: I’m the only one in the villa – are they mistaken?
Besides, I knew my son well; he was devoted and loyal.
To marry Joey Elliott, he even flew to Italy to ask me to be nice to the girl he loved:
“Mom, Joey’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Don’t judge her for not going to college or because of where she comes from. Once you meet her, I know you’ll love her just as much as I do!”
My son was so sure she was the one that I agreed to the marriage without even meeting her, and I even gifted them the expensive jewelry I had just bought.