My Son’s Fiancée Insisted That My Hair Had To Be Cut Before The Wedding, Laughing As She Said, “You Old-Fashioned Woman. Daniel Will Never Believe You.”

choose? His sad old mother or the woman carrying his future?”

My gaze dropped toward her flat stomach.

She smiled.

“Yes. I’m pregnant.”

That was another lie.

I knew because the clinic invoice she had hidden in my study was for a contraceptive implant, not prenatal treatment.

I lowered my head and pretended to surrender.

Then the garden gate clicked.

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