When Tessa needed a break between meetings and work errands, she headed to a café ready to fuel her energy. On getting there, she finds her father-in-law, Richard. But what happens when his lunch date isn’t Tessa’s mother-in-law?
I never imagined I’d find myself in the middle of a scandal. But there I was, standing in a café on the other side of town, staring at my father-in-law, Richard. He sat there, quite content with himself, as he kissed a woman who was definitely not my mother-in-law.
My heart was pounding, and I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I was embarrassed for him and myself. How did I end up here?
Well, let’s back up a little bit. So, I married Daniel about a year ago. And it was something out of a romantic comedy.
We met by chance at a florist because I wanted to get flowers for my mother, and Daniel came in to hide from someone he knew on the road. Daniel’s family had money and a lot of it. It was old money that made them rich and powerful, and they knew it.
They made no secret of the fact that they thought he could do better than a simple wedding gown designer like me. “You know that’s not important to me, Tessa,” Daniel said over dinner one evening. “You’re what I want.
Not money or power or status.”
And that was good enough for me. Daniel loved me, and despite their initial reservations, they came around. They even helped me get a job at a company run by Richard’s friend, Charles.
Soon, I wasn’t just a wedding gown designer but had a line of trendy clothes I was working on, too. It was much better and more lucrative than I could have dreamed. Later, they even helped Daniel start a small marketing agency, which did really well.
It seemed that everything was going fine. We were happy in our careers, and our family life had less drama and more happy occasions. I thought things had finally settled down between us all.
But that was until this happened. I had been out running work errands all morning, preparing for a new client to come in. So, I needed different fabrics in various shades of purple.
As the hours passed, my stomach became more irritable, and I knew it was time to get some food. “Let’s eat, Tessa,” I told myself as I entered the café. As I walked in, thinking about all the options that I liked on the menu, I saw them.
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