My Son’s Fiancée Thought I Was His Mistress

For years I had run the Family's business abroad, keeping the empire clean and quiet from across the ocean. The night word reached me that my son meant to seal a bloodline alliance, I flew home on the red-eye without a second thought.

That evening, my son let it be known through the Family's circles, a photograph of the two of us at supper passed hand to hand among the people who mattered.

The word attached to it read: Grateful to have you by my side through it all — the most important woman in my life.