The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 388

A Mother’s Judgment

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A Mother’s Judgment

MARY’S POV:

Her eyes turned cold as she looked at her son. I saw an expression on her face that I had never seen her direct at Alistair before. It was a complete disappointment.

“An old friend,” she said again, weighing the words. “She injured herself while helping me and then you show up here with your wife, who clearly has no clue what is happening, and expect me to make

excuses for you?”

“Mother, please-”

“Do not ‘Mother’ me right now!” Her voice snapped across the small room like a whip. “I did not raise you to treat people this way. I taught you to be honest, to respect your marriage, and to act like a proper man. Whatever this mess is, it is not how you were brought up.”

She took a step closer to him, her eyes wide with frustration. I had never seen Beatrice lose her temper like this. She had always been the gentle, quiet presence in the family, but right now she looked ready to

tear him apart.

“Do you think I am stupid?” she demanded, raising her voice. “Do you think I cannot see the way you look at this woman? The way you rush over to touch her the second she makes a soft sound?” She shook her head, her face turning pale. “I am old, Alistair, but I am not blind.”

“Mother, I swear to you nothing happened-”

“I do not care what you swear!”

She turned to face me, her hard expression softening instantly. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears.” Mary, I am so sorry. I had no idea about any of this. If I knew what he was doing, I never would have asked you to come here tonight.”

I stood there with my throat locked up, unable to find any words. A strange mix of relief and sadness. washed over me. Part of me wanted to step forward and hug her, but the rest of me was too numb to

move.

Beatrice turned back to Alistair, her voice lowering into a dangerous whisper.

“I know my own son,” she said, pointing a finger at his chest. “I know how you act when you are hiding something. You are not just helping a friend out. You are playing a dirty game, and you are lying to everyone in this room.”

Alistair’s face went completely pale. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, his jaw locked tight as he tried to figure out a way out of the corner he was in.

“I have not done anything wrong-” he began.

Beatrice did not bother listening to the rest of his sentence.

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A Mothers Judgment

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Instead, she reached down and grabbed the thick leather strap of her heavy handbag from her arm. She unhooked it from her shoulder in one swift, practiced motion, holding the heavy leather bag firmly in her right hand.

Then, without another word, she swung it with all her strength.

The heavy bag struck Alistair right across his shoulder and chest with a loud, solid smack. He stumbled backward two full steps, his eyes going wide with total shock as he grabbed his shoulder. The sound of the impact echoed sharply against the cold tile walls of the room.

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