My Son, My War

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The Tokyo skyline was sparkling outside my penthouse window, but my eyes were glued to a livestream: my son Andrew' s 18th birthday party. It was supposed to be his moment. Instead, a smug stranger, Ethan Chavez, stood center stage, wearing Andrew' s custom suit and vintage watch, hailed as the birthday boy. Then the camera panned, and my blood ran cold: my son, Andrew, was on his knees in the background, a human footstool for Ethan and his friends, his face pale with humiliation. My husband, Matthew, called it a "misunderstanding," laughing off my frantic questions, gaslighting me shamelessly. My sister confirmed my deepest fears, describing a scene of triumphant betrayal at my own Hamptons estate, while Andrew' s best friend whispered desperate pleas for me to return home. A cold, hard diamond of rage formed in my chest. What kind of man, what kind of father, would allow such a monstrous act of cruelty against his own son, orchestrated by his mistress and her child, in our home, at my company? The party was over. The war had just begun.

Family Betrayal Revenge CEO Drama

Chapter 6

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The Tokyo skyline was sparkling outside my penthouse window, but my eyes were glued to a livestream: my son Andrew' s 18th birthday party. It was supposed to be his moment.

Instead, a smug stranger, Ethan Chavez, stood center stage, wearing Andrew' s custom suit and vintage watch, hailed as the birthday boy.

Then the camera panned, and my blood ran cold: my son, Andrew, was on his knees in the background, a human footstool for Ethan and his friends, his face pale with humiliation.

My husband, Matthew, called it a "misunderstanding," laughing off my frantic questions, gaslighting me shamelessly.

My sister confirmed my deepest fears, describing a scene of triumphant betrayal at my own Hamptons estate, while Andrew' s best friend whispered desperate pleas for me to return home.

A cold, hard diamond of rage formed in my chest. What kind of man, what kind of father, would allow such a monstrous act of cruelty against his own son, orchestrated by his mistress and her child, in our home, at my company?

The party was over. The war had just begun.