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323words2026-01-26 11:22

On my birthday banquet, my husband and son acted as my loving families.
[Oh, God… Poor Mrs Winston. In her last life, she never found out that Mr Winston kept ten mistresses hidden away!]
[And my own husband is no better — he's been poisoning her medicine, hoping she'd die early so he could inherit everything!]

However, hearing my daughter-in-law's inner thoughts, I silently pushed away the birthday gifts they prepared for me.
Then I slapped the two men hard across their faces!
Wilson and my son Warren covered their cheeks, their eyes wide with shock.
The guests around us burst into an uproar.
Before anyone could react, I landed several more stinging slaps across their faces.
"Darling, what do you mean by this?"

"Mom, have you lost your mind?!"
Looking at their swollen, red faces, I clenched my jaw and pretended to be upset.
"I just dozed off and thought I was hitting flies in my dreams… I didn't realize I was hitting you. Are you both alright?"
Seeing my hand rise again, they flinched and scrambled backward in fear.

Warren quickly spoke up, "Since you're tired, Madame, let Yvonne help you back to your room for a rest…"
I glanced at Yvonne whose clothes was too thin for the evening chill.
I took off my own coat and draped it over her shoulders.
Yvonne's eyes widened in surprise.
[I will remember this kindness. In this life, I must protect the Duchess from them!]
My heart softened at her inner voice.
In the past, I had been obsessed with Wilson and Warren, never caring enough about kind-hearted Yvonne.
I was surprised that she would be so grateful just because of a simple coat.
A wave of regret surged within me.
"Yvonne, come with me. We're going somewhere."
"Where are we going, Madame?"
I pulled her into the carriage and narrowed my eyes.
"Where exactly are those mistresses my husband has been hiding?"