Eight Years of Maybe One Day of I Do—Bride Swapped Deal With It novel Chapter 60

Chapter 7

His grip tightened. Eyes went wild.

I was worried he’d actually kill her. Called the base security line.

Made sure to add Damon to the visitor blacklist while I was at it.

Thought that was the end of it.

But a few days later, on the way to drop my son off at school, I ran into Vivian.

She looked nothing like the timid, scrawny woman I remembered.

Designer clothes. Top-of-the-line wheelchair. Face smooth-too smooth. Stiff.

That’s what happens when you overdo the skincare.

She looked me up and down. Calculating.

“Claire. It’s Aunt Lynn. You remember me, don’t you?”

Seriously? Another blast from the past?

I wasn’t in the mood. Told the driver to keep moving.

But before we could pull away, her voice shot up. Shrill.

“It was you, wasn’t it? You told Damon to make me kowtow at your mother’s grave!”

I paused. Didn’t think Damon actually went through with that.

Seeing my reaction, she got even more worked up.

“I know exactly what you’re trying to pull! You see we’re doing well now and you want a piece of the Morgan family fortune, fine-but then you go and tell him to make me grovel at your mom’s grave?!”

“Your dad was the one who insisted on being with me back then! I was helpless! What was I supposed to do? I had no choice!”

“When you and Damon got married, I agreed right away out of respect for your mother. But you refused to call me ‘Mom.’ That’s when I knew

you were trouble!”

“You and your mother-both hypocrites. She acted like she cared about me, but the day everything came out? She threw everything she could at my head without hesitation. She got what she deserved!”

I thought I’d moved past all this years ago.

But seeing this woman’s twisted face brought the anger right back.

I glanced at the driver.

The man-built like a tank-stepped out of the car. Stood in front of her. Calm. Professional.

“What are you doing?!”

“Vivian, you were a lot more likable when you kept your mouth shut. If my dad hadn’t died so early, he might’ve found someone better after seeing what you turned into.”

She opened her mouth to argue.

I gave the order.

“Hit her.”

The driver’s arm swung.

Slap.

Vivian’s face snapped to the side. Swelling already starting.

By the time she processed what happened, the driver was calmly pulling out his ID.

“If you’d like to file a complaint, you can contact the number listed here. Our office will be in touch.”

Vivian’s face went purple with rage.

“Mommy, who’s that weird grandma?”

My son’s voice piped up from the back seat.

Vivian’s eyes snapped to him.

The look in them shifted. From shock to venom.

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