Chapter 5 - The Ultimatum
The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the heavy silence.
Liam sat motionless, staring at the dark wood of the table. The confident, executive demeanor he wore at his law firm had completely evaporated, leaving behind the son I had raised—a young man who hated conflict so much he would rather sacrifice his own mother than tell his future mother-in-law "no."
“So what happens now?” Liam asked quietly, not looking up. “The wedding is in three months. Invitations are ready to go.”
“The wedding happens with both families present, exactly as it was planned when Arthur and I offered our support,” I said, my voice steady and absolute. “Or the wedding happens without my financial contribution, without the botanical greenhouse, and without my presence in the front row.”
Liam’s head snapped up. His eyes widened in shock. “Mom! You can’t do that! Everything is booked!”
“I didn't book it, Liam—Vanessa and Brenda booked it using my initial retainer and your passive compliance,” I reminded him. “You have until five o'clock tomorrow to tell Chloe that the guest list is restored to its original fifty-fifty split. If you don't make that call, I will call Chloe myself, cancel the master contract, and take back my deposit.”
“Brenda will lose her mind,” Liam whispered, his voice trembling. “She’ll make Vanessa’s life a living hell.”
“Then maybe Vanessa should think about marrying a man who knows how to set boundaries with his mother-in-law,” I replied sharply. “Because if you can’t stand up to Brenda now, Liam, your marriage won’t survive the first five years anyway.”
He opened his mouth to argue, to plead, to find some middle ground where he didn't have to face the wrath of either camp. But when he looked into my eyes, he saw something he had never seen before: a mother who loved him dearly, but who refused to be erased to make his life more convenient.
He stood up slowly, pushing his chair back.
“I need to go,” he whispered.
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“Drive safe, Liam,” I said.
He walked down the hallway, the front door opened and closed, and the house fell back into its quiet, steady rhythm.
