Georgia's POV
As I sat there, stunned and speechless, the waiters appeared, laying down plates of beautifully arranged dishes between us. The aroma was divine, but my appetite had vanished. My throat felt tight, as if my tongue had deserted me entirely.
The moment the waiters left, Violet leaned back, her gaze sharp and unyielding.
"I'll be honest with you, Ms. Lewis. My husband and I do not like you."
The words landed like a slap. I had braced myself for this possibility—it might even be the very reason she had summoned me here. But knowing didn't soften the sting.
I'd never faced anything like this before. Raymond's parents had welcomed me warmly once; his mother even treated me like her own daughter… until everything fell apart.
So why, without reason, did Nick's mother look at me as though I was unworthy of breathing the same air?
Her voice cut through my thoughts.
"You are not the woman we want for our son. So, break up with him. Tonight."
