Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Turning around, we collide with two pairs of eyes. Forget this witch, but what is this other woman doing here? Was she summoned here again?

And hang the hell on. What in the devil’s name is with the Brobdingnagian suitcases, huh?

Liam and I exchange a glance that conveys a memo asking what the hell is going on here. And since we both seem to be in utter darkness, we both stride to where the two women are standing side by side. Why did this one return? I thought Liam made it crystal clear that he would make a call to them if ever he needed them. So, what is with this sudden visit?

“Why are you quiet? Why don’t you go ahead and continue your little chitchat so that your mother can hear it all and believe me this time around? Go ahead, Lynn! Say it out louder how much you are enthralled by destroying my home only because of that stupid fling that you both are refusing to let go of. What stinks the most is how you both are trying to hide your affair. You just came from her room, right? You both spent the night fucki..."

“Mitchell?” Liam’s mother stops her. Thank heavens! “You have to watch your words and what you say before me, please!” She scolds. Whether she is trying to save his son or she has another plan here, I really thank her for making some sense to this woman. She cannot open her dirty mouth so recklessly in front of adults.

“Why, Mom? Why don’t we just go now to that room so that you can witness what your son and this wicked whore have been doing in our matrimonial home, huh? Come on!” Mitch says, and starts swaying her loose round bum out.

Lord of Heaven, we will be amazed if they walk in there. I did not even make the bed. Our cum will be the first thing in their vision the moment they set their feet inside. The odor will fill their nostrils, and they will finally find out that we had sex in that room.

“Wait!” Thank heavens for that savior. We all turn to Liam. His mother had not moved even an inch, and I don’t know why. Maybe the disgust of seeing her son’s cum with his mistress had stopped her. "First, explain what a ruckus is all about. I thought we had settled everything yesterday.” Liam adds.

Good! I thought so too. How come they once again went behind our backs and came up with this smart idea of another meeting or the mission to expose our sins? How can they do this? What is wrong with these parents of his that his mother is even the one who came to investigate and expose her own son?

“I don’t remember solving anything. You both went on with your lies, and you bit my father just as a distraction to avoid getting caught. You got lucky yesterday, but not today, you shameless souls! Today will be the day all your sins come to light." Mitch intervenes.

“That does not answer my question, Mitch! Why did you go for my mother again?” He then turns to his mother with cold eyes and expressions. “Mother? Explain what you are doing here with your luggage or what those bags are for.” Liam says.

She clears her throat, and something brims different on her face. She is not wearing that shameful face she was wearing yesterday when they walked out. She is not so happy either. She is just straight-faced, not threatened. “I came here to stay because I want to prove all of my daughter-in-law’s accusations.” She states.

Seriously?

Even Liam cannot believe her own mother’s words.

And she is so freaking bold to say this? I thought we had an understanding yesterday. We had an understanding, right? What is with their jerky alteration of mind? What exactly did this witch tell them again that made them betray us, huh? How could they?

So he wants to expose us, and then what? They know what Liam and I are fighting for, right? We explained that so well. Are they okay now with handing over their fortune to these thieves? They are okay with being fooled and robbed of everything they worked for so many years to build? I don’t understand.

Liam shakes his head. He probably is so pissed off with his parents that his anger is blocking his words at the moment. Only God can really understand these creatures that he created, honestly. I mean, what the hell? So we now don’t have this bitch to watch us, but Liam’s mother too? Great! So fucking great!

“Well, if your questions are now answered, dear husband, let us all go and see what you two were doing the whole night. Come on, mother-in-law. It seems like you brought luck today. You won’t have to stay even for a day because I am damn sure that we will find the evidence of their forbidden affairs right this minute.” She says this again, swaying her hips as she starts catwalking boldly, sniffing her victory.

But, like always, she can never have that victory. “Nobody has the right to budge into my private room without permission from me." I howled, stopping her on her feet.

She turns around with a wrinkled face. A small, mocking smirk can be traced as she walks back to us. Again, Liam’s mother was still planted in her spot. I don’t quite understand her at all. She is so weird today. “You are sick if you think I need to ask for any damn permission to do anything in my house! I am Liam’s wife, and that means I have as much say as he does.” The bitch says:

“I know that. You do not need to keep rubbing it on my face that you are the lady of the house. But that room is mine until my stay here is over. I was told by your husband that I could have privacy as much as I wanted, and that means you cannot invade my privacy without my consent, Mitch." I fire.

“Well, then. I am demanding that you permit me to see your private room, even just for a minute, please. You will have no reason to refuse if there is nothing to see there.” She states this, smiling like she has won. She is so good at celebrating before the results. It is like she enjoys making a total fool of herself or something.

“And I will not refuse if you have valid grounds to search my room, Mitch! So give me a good reason why I should allow you inside my bedroom.” I challenge.

“Oh, you know why, you shameless bitch! I want to slap your face on that bed and make you lick your crotch with my husband’s until those sheets are dry and clean. That is enough reason, I suppose, if you are not guilty.” She hums bitterly.

She is itching to get that proof. Woe unto her. She is just delusional because nothing of the sort is happening. Not today. And she probably will die without finding even a single piece of what is driving her insane.

“If I remember correctly, Mitch, this is not the first nor the fourth time you are accusing me of this, right? Actually, I have lost count of how many times you have done this.” I ask.

“Yes, and I will do it over and over again and again because I know I am not as fool like as you both think I am.” She says.

I smirk slightly before resuming my cold facial idioms. “And all those times, have you found even a single piece of truth? Have you been able to prove your stupid hunch?” I ask, and she shoots me a deadly glare.

“No. Because you both are so fucking good at covering your sins. You are experts at lying and cleaning up your sins. But not today.” She affirms.

“So, what makes you think that we haven’t cleaned up all the traces of our mess, Mitch? I mean, we have been doing that all the time, and we have been so good and clean at it. So, don’t you think you will end up making a total fool of yourself like always?” I nail her.

You should see how her face drops with shock. She did not see that coming, did she? I will teach her never to underestimate anyone. By the time I am done with her, she will have turned mad and accepted her crown of defeat. “You are not trying to deny me access to the room that is in my house, are you?” She implores.

“No. Not at all. I am stainless, but I am sick and tired of us going around this sickening circle! If you are so certain that you can trust your stupid instincts, go call the police or at least obtain a search warrant. That I will not say no to, but this bullshit, I am not wasting my time again.” I state, nailing her yet again.

“What the… You can’t do that?” She refuses to believe.

“Why can’t I?” I ask.

“You have no fucking right to do this to me.” She howls, turning to Liam. “Liam? I want you to speak to your whore in the tone that you speak to her with when fornicating and ask her to let me into that room.” She howls at the top of her lungs.

“I am sorry. But it is her room. I have no reason nor right to force her into granting you permission, especially if it will compromise her privacy.” Liam says.

Bingo!

“I just cannot believe this. What did I expect anyway? Of course, you will take her side because you are scared of being caught.” She sneers before turning to Liam’s mother. “Mother, I will bear the consequences of this. Come with me. Let us go into that room.” She says.

Liam’s mother does not even look at us as she speaks. “I am sorry, but we cannot do that, Mitch. I am sure there are better ways to obtain the truth that we are looking for without offending anyone. I mean, sins always find a way to expose themselves.” She speaks, confusing everyone.

Huh? Where exactly does she stand? On whose side is this chameleon? For one minute, I feel like she is on our side, like now, but the next minute, she is against us.

“What? Whose side are you really on, mother? And before you answer, let me remind you that the reason you are here is to make me expose these two. So think carefully before speaking.” Mitch challenges.