Karma Served Cold: The Billionaire's Mother

idden, listening. This wasn't a memory; it was a horrifying d

always tired," and "smelling like the diner." His mother, Helen, chimed in, la

words from my own twelv

, because her house didn' t smell like "fried onions." Tiffany' s smooth voice, drippin

tin' s fake "runaway" act, Kevin' s performative call to the pol

and escape with Justin to a new "perfect" life with Tiffany,

hing-my son, my home, my reputation. I truly died a broken woman,

an ice-cold resolve. They still believed I was simple, weak.