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Originally, my mother and Gaten came from two entirely different worlds; Gaten had carefully orchestrated every encounter between them.
After the wedding, my mother discovered that those so-called music compositions and paintings “made especially for her” were created by others, paid by Gaten to uphold his illusion of being a cultured artist.
Grandmother had long seen through Gaten’s facade, but unable to dissuade her daughter, she eventually gave her reluctant blessing. Still, to protect her, she secretly wrote a will, revealing it to my mother only in her final moments.
‘Child, when I’m gone, if Gaten dares to bully you, show him this; he won’t have the nerve to act arrogant then.”
After Grandmother passed, Gaten initially pretended to be heartbroken, shedding a few performative tears. But as time passed, even the act faded. He began seeing Demi more openly, and while my mother and I were away on trips, he brazenly brought her home.
He believed his schemes were seamless, but my mother had seen through everything:
That night, she trailed him to the hotel and overheard him cursing Grandmother, the fake words he whispered to Demi over the phone while standing in our home, and the intimate clothing Demi purposely left behind during her secret visits.
Still, she stayed silent, because in front of me, Gaten always wore the mask of a righteous man, he loving image of a good father.
But now, with her daughter standing beside her, Annie no longer wanted to endure. She laid everything bare.
According to my mother’s will, I have the right to reclaim the Simmons family’s shares and nvestments in your company whenever I wish. And if I do, your position as chairman will crumble.” My mother’s voice carried unwavering calm and confidence.
Saten could see she meant every word. His arrogance collapsed into panic, and he quickly put on a fawning smile, desperately trying to coax her into forgiveness.
Annie, do you remember when we got married? I promised I’d make up for not giving you a diamond ring. Come back with me, I’ll give it to you right away. Sabrina needs her father…” Gaten’s said with false sincerity.
Tanner cut in sharply, slicing through Gaten’s sugar-coated words.
‘Enough, enough, let’s not drag this out. You let Demi steal your mother-in-law’s things and still hink you deserve forgiveness?”
He narrowed his eyes. “And let’s not forget your attempt to murder her mother.”
My mother’s eyes flew wide, while cold sweat streamed down Gaten’s face.
Though Tanner hadn’t been Grandmother’s attending physician, he had been on duty the night it happened.
It was late when he noticed a shadow in the hospital room. Without raising alarm, he secretly
recorded it, only to find it was Gaten.
He had tried to smother the dying Grandmother. That explained why her face had been streaked with tears the next morning.
“You didn’t waste any time, complaining to Demi at the hotel that your mother-in-law wasn’t dead yet, then sneaking in at midnight to finish the job,” Tanner said, his face full of loathing. My mother’s tears streamed down her face. After that day, Grandmother handed her the will, and only then did she understand why.
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