43: His Bitchy Mother

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My palms started to sweat, and I didn't realize when my grip tightened on the fork. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and took a deep breath.

Lorenzo cleared his throat and started talking.

"We met at a party, and we've been seeing each other for a year now."

"Really?" She said, her eyes squinting, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Yes." I replied, giving her a small smile.

"Interesting. How come I haven't heard about her before?"

"Mother, we are married. What more do you want? You were invited to the wedding, you chose not to attend."

He invited her?

"I had a very important client meeting that day. You knew about it, Lorenzo." She said, her voice stern.

"So, you didn't go to your son's wedding because of work. That's pretty sad, mom." Valerie said, rolling her eyes.

"Shut it, Valerie." Serafina said, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

"How long have you been dating my son for, Avelina?"

"A year."

"Interesting."

"Mother, stop interrogating my wife." Lorenzo's vo