On my first day as a married woman, my mother-in-law asked me to make breakfast. When I refused, she called me immoral and disrespectful to elders. I slapped her twice. Ha! I’ve been the other woman for years. Did she really expect me to have any morals left? “Babe, I have to catch a flight today. I’m heading out now, you can sleep in a bit longer.” Lucas kissed my cheek lightly before getting out of bed. I nodded with my eyes closed, running my hand over the smooth silk sheets, feeling utterly blissful inside. After three years, I’d finally reached this day. I’d been Lucas’s secretary and secret lover for three years, going to great lengths to please him, sucking up to his mother, and playing with his son. At last, Lucas made up his mind to divorce Mandy and marry me. The luxurious Moore mansion, the title of Mrs. Moore, everything that belonged to Lucas – it was all mine now. I rolled around happily in bed, planning to sleep a bit more when suddenly there was urgent knocking on the door. “Rachel, Rachel, wake up!” I squinted at my phone. It was only 7 AM. Who the hell was bothering me this early? I angrily opened the door to find Lucas’s mother, Fiona, standing there with an apron, smiling broadly. “Rachel, Oliver wants bacon and eggs for breakfast. I’ll just have some beef dumplings and red bean porridge.” This early in the morning, and she was ordering breakfast? I barely managed to suppress my anger. “Well, I’ll have a sandwich and black coffee. Wake me up at 8:30 to eat, thanks.” I started to close the door, but Fiona’s expression changed. “Rachel, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to make breakfast?” I looked at her, bewildered. “Don’t we have a housekeeper? Why should I cook?” Fiona frowned and shoved the apron into my hands. “We don’t have a housekeeper. It wouldn’t be right to have a stranger in the house. Mandy used to make breakfast. Now that you’ve married into our family as our daughter-in-law, it’s naturally your job to cook breakfast from now on.” I was stunned. Then I remembered – in the Moore household, Mandy didn’t just make breakfast. She prepared all three meals every day. And she was an excellent cook. I’d often enjoyed her cooking when I was with Lucas.
Mandy and Lucas were college sweethearts who started a business together after graduation. Lucas worked himself to exhaustion trying to grow the company, entertaining clients and securing deals until his health suffered. Worried about him, Mandy quit her job to become a full-time housewife, taking care of all his needs from meals to laundry. Lucas had digestive issues, so Mandy would make him nutritious porridge every day. When Lucas had early meetings and couldn’t eat at home, she’d carefully pack breakfast for him to take to the office. Most of those breakfasts ended up in my stomach. I’d sit on Lucas’s lap, one arm around his neck, waiting happily for him to feed me spoonfuls of porridge. “Mmm, this yam and pork rib porridge is delicious. The yam is so flavorful and the meat is so tender.” Lucas would smile and pinch my cheek. “You little glutton with your refined palate. Of course it’s good – Mandy wakes up at 5 AM to start cooking it. “What do you want to eat tomorrow? I’ll tell her to make it.” I giggled, about to reply when the phone on his desk rang. Seeing the caller ID, Lucas frowned. I quickly picked up. “Hello, Mrs. Moore— “Yes, Mr. Moore has already eaten breakfast. He says your porridge is delicious. We’re all so envious—” As I spoke, I squirmed around on Lucas’s lap. From the other end of the line came the faint sound of Fiona’s harsh scolding. “Has Lucas eaten breakfast yet? You know he has an early meeting today. Why didn’t you wake him up earlier? “You get to enjoy yourself at home all day and you can’t even do this one simple thing properly! How can the porridge taste good if it’s cold? Lucas can’t eat anything cold with his stomach issues!” Mandy weakly tried to explain. “Mom, I put it in a thermos. It won’t get cold.” I hung up the phone and stuck my tongue out at Lucas. “Honey, your mom is so scary—” Lucas gripped my waist and snorted. “That’s just how she is with Mandy. Mandy’s a housewife with only these few tasks, so of course my mom is strict with her. “You’re different, baby. You graduated from a top university and you’re my right-hand woman at the company. My mom adores you. She’s always praising you at home, saying how beautiful and capable you are, that you’re a hundred times better than Mandy.” “Really?” I was overjoyed and kissed Lucas on the cheek. “If your mom likes me so much, when are you going to marry me?” Lucas’s eyes darkened as he narrowed them. “Soon— I just need to sort out the finances first. We can’t let Mandy take advantage.”
“Rachel, hurry up and make breakfast! If we’re late, Oliver will be late for school.” Fiona’s impatient urging interrupted my memories. I rolled my eyes and threw the apron on the floor. “I’m not cooking. Order takeout if you want to eat.” Fiona got agitated and grabbed my arm. “Mandy always cooked. Why won’t you?” “Are you crazy? Mandy this, Mandy that. Didn’t you say she was plain and embarrassing to be seen with? You praised me for being pretty and elegant. Come on, beauty takes work. Let me get my beauty sleep, okay?” I pushed her away and tried to close the door. Fiona got angry and jabbed her finger at my forehead. “What kind of daughter-in-law doesn’t make breakfast? It’s your first day here and you’re already trying to slack off. Not respecting your mother-in-law, not taking care of the child – do you have any morals at all?” Morals? What a joke. I was already pissed at being woken up so early. I slapped Fiona twice across the face. “Screw you, I’ve been the other woman for years. You think I have any morals left? “Keep bothering my sleep and I’ll beat you to death!” Fiona fell to the ground, stunned by my slaps. She stared at me in disbelief for a moment before reacting. With a shriek, she leapt up and charged at me, headbutting my stomach. “How dare you! You vixen, you dare hit your mother-in-law! You ungrateful wretch!” I immediately grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked hard. Fiona howled in pain. To maintain my figure, I spent at least an hour weightlifting at the gym every day. I may look slim, but I’m quite strong. “You talk about manners? You old hag, at the wedding you said you’d treat me like your own daughter. It’s only the first day and you’re already trying to bully me. Is this how you treat your own child?” With her hair in my grip, Fiona tried to scratch my face. I kicked her hard in the stomach. Fiona stumbled back several steps before falling flat on her back. She pounded the floor, wailing. “Murder! This vixen Rachel is trying to kill me!” The door across the hall opened. Ten-year-old Oliver rubbed his eyes, looking at us in shock. “Mom Rachel, why are you fighting?”
I quickly made up an excuse. “I wanted to order you KFC for breakfast, but your grandma wouldn’t let me. She even hit me.” Sure enough, Oliver’s expression immediately changed. He glared fiercely at Fiona. “I want KFC! Grandma, why won’t you let me have KFC!” When I first tried to win Oliver over, I thought it would be difficult. But it turned out to be much easier than I expected. Oliver had already been spoiled rotten by his grandmother. He would often badmouth Mandy in front of me. “My mom is so stupid. My dad has taken care of her for so many years, but she can’t do anything right. And she doesn’t even wear makeup – she’s so ugly. Rachel, I wish you could be my new mom. “Next time there’s a parent-teacher meeting, can you come instead of my mom? You’re young and pretty. All my classmates would be so jealous.” I took him out for KFC a few times and skipped school to go to the amusement park, and I had him wrapped around my finger. “My mom says fries and fried chicken are junk food and won’t let me eat them. Grandma is better, she lets me eat them sometimes. But you’re the best, Rachel. You even let me have ice cream.” Oliver clung affectionately to my arm. “When you become my mom, can I come to the amusement park every day instead of doing homework?” “Of course, sweetie. You can do whatever you want, and I’ll support you all the way.” As if I cared whether this brat did his homework or ate junk food. He wasn’t my kid after all. So on the day Mandy and Lucas divorced, when Mandy cried and tried to take Oliver with her, he rudely pushed her away. “You can’t even make money. Am I supposed to go begging with you? “Just leave. I’ll have a new mom soon, and she’s pretty and young – a hundred times better than you.” Mandy left with a look of utter disappointment. What a fool. She’d slaved away for the Moore family for over a decade and was leaving with nothing. I wasn’t about to end up like her. Seeing that his grandson only cared about KFC and didn’t react at all to seeing his grandmother beaten, Fiona burst into tears. “You ungrateful brat! Grandma’s love for you all these years was wasted!” As she cried, she took out her phone to call Lucas. “Son— come back quickly— your mother is about to be beaten to death. Oh, my son—” From the other end came Lucas’s impatient voice. “What’s all this fuss so early in the morning? I’m just downstairs, I forgot my passport. Whatever it is, come down and tell me.”
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