Book 1 My Kids and His Mistress Kicked Me Out of the House
My husband betrayed me with my stepsister, and even my own children conspired to hide their deceit.
Seeking solace from my parents, I was met with admonishment to be the bigger person and allow my husband to go to my stepsister.
To my dismay, they allied with him to evict me from the villa, conveniently forgetting that they had coerced me into marrying Orson Griffin in the first place to protect their own standing.
Ultimately, I walked away, securing half of the family’s fortune.
I then welcomed three children from an orphanage into my life.
Every ounce of my love went into raising them. One displayed remarkable business acumen early on and established a vast enterprise, becoming the wealthiest magnate in the world.
Another became the director of a premier research institute, devoted to pioneering technological breakthroughs.
The third rose to the position of principal at the esteemed Winchester International
Institute.
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No trace remained of the once soft, tearful boy who used to call me “Mommy.”
I anticipated his visit once word spread that I had returned to the U.S.
Back then, he had glared at me with hatred,
teeth clenched. “You’ll regret this, Clarisse!” he had vowed.
Now, confronted with my indifference, he frowned slightly. “What’s wrong? Even after claiming half our family’s assets, you ended up destitute, crashing in some shabby hotel?”
Disregarding his derision, I asked coolly, “Is this the reason you sought me out after 20 years?”
“Not at all! Were it not for Mom, I wouldn’t have bothered,” he replied, pausing momentarily. “This Saturday marks my parents‘ 20th wedding anniversary, and they’re hosting a celebration. Some nosy reporters dredged up old stories about you.
Grandpa and Grandma discovered you’re back and asked me to invite you.”
I nodded calmly, needing no further contemplation. After all, I was the one who had fed those rumors to the reporters. It was time for a visit.
Juniper appeared taken aback by how easily I consented.
“I’ll have someone send you a dress,” he sneered. “Look at you now–so poor, it’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t worry. When you’re too old to work, Juno and I will provide some financial help. But don’t even dream of getting anything else from my family.”
“And at the party, when reporters probe, you’d better be cautious with your words.
“Grandpa and Grandma want you to prioritize the reputations of the Griffins and Hawkesworths. Don’t humiliate them like you did back then.”
His condescending speech concluded, he scrutinized me, a look of disdain lingering on his face.
Observing him now, I couldn’t help but recall a time when he suffered a severe allergic
reaction to peanuts. His face swelled, his eyes drooped, and his breathing labored.
In utter panic, I rushed him to the hospital.
The doctors saved him, but on the hospital bed, he cried, “Mommy forced me to eat
peanuts! She was punishing me because Eloise took me out to play, and she didn’t like it.”
I insisted it wasn’t true, that he concocted the story.
Yet no one believed me.
Relatives labeled me cruel, accused me of endangering my child’s life, of abusing him.
And just like that, my reputation was
shattered.
