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My Wife Treated My Aging Mother Like a Servant Until I Returned Early

My Wife Treated My Aging Mother Like a Servant Until I Returned Early — Part 1
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A Shocking Homecoming

The heavy iron gates of the grand mansion rolled back silently, welcoming Richard home a day earlier than expected. Clutching his leather suitcase, the mature businessman felt a deep sense of peace. He had spent the last decade building a real estate empire, but his proudest achievement was being able to provide a luxurious life for his aging mother, Eleanor. Eleanor had worked multiple grueling jobs to raise him alone, and now, she deserved nothing but the finest care.

As Richard quietly unlocked the massive front door, he anticipated the warm smell of home and the cheerful greeting of his newlywed wife, Beatrice. Instead, he was met with a chilling silence, broken only by the sound of muffled sobbing coming from the grand marble hallway.

Stepping inside, Richard stopped in absolute disbelief. The bright, warm chandelier light illuminated a scene that made his blood run cold. His seventy-year-old mother, dressed in her soft beige knit sweater, was on her hands and knees on the hard, polished tiles. She was weeping, her frail hands trembling as she tried to wipe a dark liquid spill off the floor with a ragged cloth.

"Use that rag to clean it properly," a sharp, demanding voice ordered.

Standing over Eleanor was Beatrice, looking radiant but incredibly cruel in a peach designer dress and sparkling gold jewelry. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, her lips curled in a sneer. Eleanor tearfully scrubbed the marble, her voice cracking with despair.

"Please. Please forgive me," Eleanor sobbed, refusing to look up.

Beatrice let out a mocking, cruel giggle, completely unfazed by the older woman’s tears. A few feet away stood Liam, Richard’s twenty-two-year-old son, watching the scene with a deeply worried expression, yet remaining completely frozen. Richard’s suitcase slipped from his hand, crashing loudly onto the floor. "What is happening here?" he demanded, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and rising fury.

he demanded, his voice trembling with a mixture of shock and rising fury.