Veronica Finally Achieved Her Goal: Her Son Divorced His Wife, But She Never Expected What He Would Do Next

Night had already fallen when a sharp knock echoed through the house. Margaret opened the door to find her 38-year-old son, James, standing on the threshold. He set his suitcase down beside the entrance, still wrapped in his long coat, and walked into the hallway before slumping onto the sofa.
“James, is everything all right?” Margaret asked, struggling to suppress the surge of joy she felt at seeing her son. James sat quietly, his gaze fixed somewhere far away. After a long silence, he let out a deep sigh.
“Its over.”
“I told you, I knew it would end this way. She never deserved you, James, I said so many times.” Margarets voice trembled with conviction.
“Yes, yes, Mum, its because of you that Im divorcing my wife.”
“What? She stole a year from your life! You spent so much time with her. How am I the villain here?”
“You never missed a chance to say she wasnt right for me. You said it over and over, even when she could hear you.” Jamess voice grew louder, only to cut off suddenly. He squeezed his eyes shut, his brows knotted as he fought to control his emotions.
“Dont put all the blame on your mother, James. I could see straight through her; shes not who she pretended to be. I was only trying to protect you. I am your mother. I love you dearly.”
“She loved me, Mum. And I loved her. Maybe I still do.”
“Still? James, who is she to you now? Shes just your past forget her entirely.”
Margaret launched once more into her tirade about her terrible daughter-in-law, boasting about how quickly shed sized her up. She didnt notice that James was sinking under the weight of his heartbreak, barely able to listen.
“Ill go unpack your suitcase,” Margaret offered.
“No, Mum. Dont touch it. I just came to say goodbye. Ive decided to leave. This city, this house… they remind me too much of herand of you.”