He Forgot My Birthday for Her Anniversary Again novel Chapter 79

Chapter 1

On Christmas Eve, my in-laws flew in from Europe expecting a family dinner. Instead, the housekeeper,

Victoria Wren, had laid out two plates of cold, leftover seafood salad, even though I had explicitly reminded

her three times that my mother-in-law had a deadly shellfish allergy.

Victoria stood rigidly, addressing me with icy precision.

“Mrs. Pearson, I know folks from out of town can get a little… comfortable during the holidays. I suppose it’s

only natural your parents would expect a seat at the table.”

“But as head of this household, my job is to make sure the family’s generosity isn’t taken for granted, not

even for a holiday dinner.”

“Still, I do have a heart. I won’t send your parents away hungry on Christmas Eve. They’re welcome to finish

this seafood salad from last night’s gala. After that, they really should be going.”

“Mr. Pearson is pulling a late shift at the hospital tonight. I won’t have him walking into… this situation after

a long day.”

For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Then it hit me: she thought Jacob’s parents were my parents.

This was another one of her calculated humiliations.

I opened my mouth to explain, but my father-in-law, Robert Pearson, had already taken his wife’s arm and

turned to leave.

“Wait,” Victoria said coolly, and two security guards stepped forward to block the doorway.

She regarded my in-laws with detached contempt. “I can look past poor manners. But throwing away perfectly good food shows a real lack of character.”

“It’s on the table. You’ll eat before you leave.”

***

Mr. Pearson, a man who had commanded boardrooms for decades, was not used to being dismissed in his

own son’s home. His voice shook with a fury he usually reserved for corporate takeovers.

“That thankless son of mine! Does he even remember who funded his entire life? To let some hired help play

gatekeeper and insult his own father, this is beyond disrespect!”

Margaret Pearson’s face was pale with a quiet, cold anger.

“Robert,” she said, her voice low but sharp. “We are having words with our son. Since when does a member of the staff speak for the woman who owns this home?”

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