Ainsley’s mother hadn’t expected that betrayal.
Her ex-husband was one thing. Even when they were together, she had expected nothing less from him than what he was doing at present. The only difference from before was that he was free to be open about it now that he had already divorced her. He didn’t have to hide the many ways he had always been betraying her anymore.
But to see her own daughter acting friendly with that woman, laughing with her and having their arms around each other like they’d always been close—like she was Ainsley’s mother, not Margaret…
Nothing else could have broken her like seeing that picture of the three of them looking like a real family, just utterly happy to be with each other.
Out of her mind with hurt and jealousy, Margaret noted the name of the amusem
