He Helped Kill His Own Mother
Language: en
I was at the hospital, handling my mother’s funeral, when my mafia husband’s first love sent me a video on Snapchat. In the video, an old woman in bloody rags, her head wrapped in a dirty scarf, was screaming in agony inside a guard dog kennel. "Chloe, your slum-trash mother actually dared to come to my club to blackmail us? I’ve thrown her to the mastiffs. Damian said it himself—garbage belongs in the trash." I stared at the screen, completely frozen. My mother, Helen, had passed away from her illness weeks ago. Today was the day of her funeral. So... Who was the dying old woman…