But before I could say anything, Joey screamed, “Honey, she’s trying to get up and hit me!”
Immediately, my son kicked me away, then pulled Joey into his arms, comforting her softly, “Babe, are you alright? Did she scare you? We were supposed to meet each other’s parents today. Why did you bring a tramp back with you?”
Joey, feigning distress, started crying as she explained, “She said I’m not good enough for you because of my background. But that’s not even the worst part. The most infuriating thing is that she dared to insult your mother, claiming that she built her business empire by sleeping her way to the top.
“Thank goodness I heard her say it first. If the media caught wind of it, imagine how it would tarnish your mom’s reputation!”
Upon hearing this, my son’s expression darkened. He glared at me with disgust and kicked me hard in the abdomen.
My son, who took over the company from me in just a year, was someone I knew had a ruthless side when dealing with others.
I never expected that today, because of Joey’s words, he would turn that ruthlessness on me.
With the sock still stuffed in my mouth, I could only manage weak, gasping cries.