Marian waved a dismissive hand.
“Oh, don’t listen to her, darling. She’s just upset that I’ve been staying here.”
I stepped forward.
“She used me, Oliver. She knew I wouldn’t dare say anything because I was afraid of how you’d react.
And in the meantime, she and Greg settled in comfortably, letting me handle the house while they treated me like a maid.”
Marian scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. We had nowhere else to go!”
Oliver turned to his father.
“Is that true?”
“The house she lived in wasn’t hers. It was mine,” Oliver’s father said. “But I let her stay there, Oliver.
Despite everything, I didn’t want to throw her out onto the street. I thought she needed time to figure things out. And I was willing to give her that—until she brought Greg into the house.”
Marian smirked.
“Oh, now it’s a crime to move on with my life? I had every right to invite my partner into my home!”
Oliver frowned. “So you were living there peacefully until Greg moved in?”
His father nodded.
“That was my limit. I asked them both to leave.”
Oliver turned to his mother. “You told me Dad left because he cheated.”
“Well, I may have exaggerated a little,” she admitted, laughing.
Oliver ran a hand through his hair, stepping back as if seeing his mother for the first time.
Then, Thomas took a step closer.
“When Kayla called me in tears, I realized exactly what was happening. That, Oliver, is when I knew I had to step in.”
“Mom, I can’t believe this. You lied to me for years about Dad, and now you’ve manipulated your way into my home.”
“I am your mother, Oliver.
I raised you. You owe me.”
“I don’t owe you my wife’s sanity.”
Greg, quiet the entire time, stretched lazily and shrugged. “Well, guess that’s that.”
Oliver’s gaze snapped to him.
“You don’t seem too concerned.”
“Not my house, not my problem.”
“Not anymore, it’s not. You both need to leave. Now.”
Marian lingered as if searching for a last chance to manipulate the situation.
But it was over. An hour later, they left our house.
Thomas stayed. Oliver needed time with his father.
Time to unlearn the lies he had been told for years. Time to rebuild what had been broken.
While they talked in the living room, I tucked the kids into bed, kissing each sleepy forehead. And then, I had plans of my own.
That night, the house was finally quiet.
I walked into the kitchen and opened my laptop. The pastry course was waiting.
Source: amomama
