"Ms. Carter, you really know how to climb the social ladder."
His mistress, our children's tutor Jessica Carter, emboldened by Ethan's affection, looked at me with disdain, the victorious challenger to a stay-at-home mom.
"Olivia, you should know your place. Tonight, I'll be resting in the villa with Ethan. You should stay at a hotel."
The door burst open, and Ethan's mother, Sharon, stormed in, slapping Ethan across the face. "How dare you! It's one thing to fool around, but to bring her home!"
"Mom, I've brought you a grandson. Jessica is four months pregnant."
I scoffed inwardly, thinking, "No wonder Ethan brought home Jessica, who he's grown tired of, instead of the new catch, Angela.
Does Jessica think she can replace me as Ethan's wife?"
Sharon's face fell, and she glanced at me and then took my hand, comforting, "Olivia, don't worry. You got my back. I won't let her have this child."
Upon hearing Sharon's words, Jessica cried, urine flowing, pleading, "Mrs. Morgan, it's too dangerous to abort at four months, and he's also a part of the Morgan family! I can stay away from the child, but please let me have him! My feelings for Ethan are real."
I thought to myself, "Real feelings?"