Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 157

Shoot!

My heart broke the restraints of my chest and ran outside, immobilizing me. I was struck speechless to see the female yet older version of Bright's beauty. A woman in her late fifties with perfect figure and the identical shine in her eyes blew my head away, there was no DNA test needed to prove that she was really Bright's mom.

As the saying goes, "First impression is the last impression." I immediately changed my tone and stretched my hand for a handshake, smiling pleasantly,

"Bright didn't tell me that you are coming. I would have come to pick you from the airport, mom."

As Bright's dad was out of the country due to business, I wasn't expecting his mom's visit so soon, but her sturdy tone widened my eyes as she didn't shake hands with me.

"Call me Mrs. Waller. I am not your mom!"

The concealed warning in her words made me realize that it wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter, evaporating my initial embarrassment in thin air. Mrs. Waller was in it for the long haul, that was the definition of my competition. So, I lowered the bar of my expectations and sat across the table, speaking cautiously,

"So, when did you come to Lakon city, Mrs. Waller? How was your business trip?"

However, my formal tone was responded to by a frown, Mrs. Waller looked at me from head to toe and said,

"Laura Becker, age twenty-five years old, and a wannabe company's owner. Is that you, girl?

Apologies for my question, it's just that several girls are dying to be Mrs. Bright, I have to confirm which one are you ..."

Although it was true that Bright was the most eligible bachelor of Lakon city, the animosity of Mrs. Waller's tone depicted that she wasn't the fan of her son's girlfriends. And what a coincidence!

I didn't want Bright to look at anyone else other than me!

So, I ignored her tone and replied casually,

"Yes, I am Laura Green. Bright has signed the contract for the ice hockey season with my sports agency."

"Yeah, I know. You are the one who dragged him back to the dangerous rink!"

Mrs. Waller scoffed, as if Bright was a kid and ice hockey was fatal, like wrestling. I couldn't get the dangerous part as my kids played this game and were perfectly safe.

But before I could raise my concern, she asked me.

As a woman, I thought that Mrs. Waller would understand my agony, but she was persistent, holding her ground firmly,

"Why would a man cheat if his woman is enough for him? It must be the wife's shitty attitude which destroyed his peace and he sought solace in another woman's arms.

I can see that women are so rebellious nowadays!"

God! I just couldn't hear the female version of Andrew Tate's masculine Alpha shit and pretended to receive a message on my cell phone. It was outrageous that Mrs. Waller was so oblivious of a woman's struggles.

Oh, it was war now.

I squared my shoulders.

"Well, Mrs. Waller, lucky for me—Bright isn’t the kind of man who lets anyone make his decisions for him."

"Gucci shoes? So, it came to this ..." Mrs. Waller threw a dirty glare at my shopping bags and let out a disapproving grunt,

"Bright is a favorite target for bad women, they think that it's easy to extort money from him. It's my fault, I shouldn't have let you two meet."