Forced to Watch My Son Call Her 'Mom' - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

But let's be clear—Erin's company? I built that from scratch.
Back then, my father was dead set against my relationship with Victor. He warned me Victor's intentions weren't pure, that he wasn't right for me. But I was young, stubborn, and head over heels in love. I defied my father, even cut ties with him over Victor.
In a rage, Dad didn't just freeze my trust fund—he kicked me out of the house.
Sixteen years. Sixteen years without a single word from him. And I was too ashamed, too afraid to reach out first.
I didn't even tell Victor the full story, worried it might make him feel guilty.
Somehow, we made it work. Victor's career took off, and I poured everything into building my own cosmetics store. My plan? Save up, buy a villa, then finally face my parents and prove they'd been wrong about Victor.
But then Erin came back, and everything fell apart.
Victor changed. First, he let Erin waltz into my store like she owned the place. Then, at some fancy party, he got me drunk—completely wasted—and while I was out cold, he made me sign over the store.
When I confronted him, he had the nerve to say Erin just wanted to "experience being a boss," that she wouldn't take anything else, and I'd still be the real owner. He sweet-talked me for hours, and Erin even promised—promised—she'd give it back.
So I let it go.
Then she flipped the script. Suddenly, she was the owner, claiming I'd sold it to her to cover debts.
I called her out, but she played dumb. Demanded my store back? She had her lackeys shove me out the door.
And then I caught her cozying up to one of the male employees. Took photos, showed Victor—but he accused me of doctoring them, said I was just jealous, trying to ruin her reputation.
His ultimatum? Stop harassing Erin, or I'll divorce you.
Like I was the villain here.
And now, my mother-in-law had the audacity to chirp, "Since you're married now, Frank should stop calling her 'Erin.' He ought to call her 'Mom.'"
Victor beamed, waving Frank over. "Go on, Frank. Call her 'Mom' in front of everyone. Show her how much you appreciate everything she's done for us."
Frank didn't hesitate. "Mom! Mom! If it weren't for you, Dad and I wouldn't be this happy. I hope you and Dad stay together forever!"
The room erupted in applause.
Meanwhile, I stood there, shaking, each "Mom" like a knife to the heart.
Later, someone asked what gift Erin had brought for my mother-in-law. Victor's eyes lit up. "Frank, show them what your mom got. Nothing like the cheap fakes that other woman used to bring."
Frank proudly lifted the lid. "Mom got cordyceps! Perfect for Grandma's health."
Someone muttered, "What even is cordyceps? And this seems like a small amount…"
Another guest cut in, "You don't know? This stuff goes for over ten bucks a gram. This box? Easily ten to fifteen grand."
Victor just smirked. "Try two hundred thousand. Erin handpicked it—premium quality, far better than the regular stuff."