Strewn with Stars, Paved with Her Death
Language: en
My mother kept a "Mistress Diary," filled with photos of countless beautiful women. "When I was dating the billionaire, the competition was fierce," she'd say, her eyes twinkling with a smile. "At one point, three women showed up at my doorstep to confront me simultaneously." She’d laugh, her eyes crinkling. "Later, when I married your father, this diary was never updated." That sweet smile vanished the day my father's young secretary, heavily pregnant, arrived to provoke her. My mother added the secretary's photo to her diary and sighed. "She's so foolish," she murmured. "How could your…