"She was probably ashamed of him, hiding him like some dirty secret. A snake, that's what she is! You should be thanking God that she left you on her own." She then turned to her husband. "Noel, you won't believe how much I tried to get her to introduce her husband to me. Buts he slipped away like a slimy b*tch. She's such a snake!"
Harold stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw clenching, and his fists tightening. His mother's words dripped with venom, each syllable designed to pierce, to wound. Rage simmered beneath the surface, growing hotter with each word until it finally boiled over.
"Shut the hell up, Mom!" he roared, his voice a mix of anger and disgust. His gaze, usually filled with warmth, was icy as he glared at her. "We both know why she left me—it's because you couldn't stand that she didn't fit your idea of 'worthy.' You're the reason she's with that bastard now! She should have been with me, by my side, where she belongs!"
