Who’s the Real Homewrecker?

Summary

At my mother’s funeral, my ex-husband’s girlfriend stormed in with a team of bodyguards and started wrecking the place.

She thought I was his mistress.

Priceless heirlooms and artworks, meant to honor my mother, were ripped to shreds and scattered across the floor. When I rushed forward to explain, she grabbed a fistful of my hair.

“A homewrecker has a mother? Aren’t you all just things born but never raised right?” she shrieked. “For all I know, that’s just a jar of flour you’re using to scam my fiancé out of his money!”