Part 3A Mother's Gambit

While handling the paperwork for her studies abroad, I brought Shelley to the office every day, patiently teaching her the ins and outs of the business.

The day she left, Amelia rushed to the airport, loaded with gifts, fussing over her as if she were her own. The scene was touching, a perfect portrait of a mother’s love. Long after the plane was a tiny speck in the sky, Amelia stood there, tears in her eyes, before reluctantly leaving.

With Shelley gone, Amelia’s visits became less frequent.

But Edward started going out more.

He would come home looking drained, hollowed out. He’d claim he was out with friends, or that he’d joined a gym. When he ran out of excuses, he’d sigh dramatically. “I raised Shelley. She’s never been away from me before. I miss her so much. If I don’t keep busy, I think I’ll fall apart.”

I ignored the cloying scent of Amelia’s perfume that clung to him and pretended to comfort him. “She’ll be back soon. Then our family can be together again.”

Edward gave a faint, knowing smile. “Yes. Soon, our family of three will finally be reunited.”

Three years later, Shelley returned.

Amelia, whom I hadn't seen in ages, was at our house early, ready to go to the airport with us. The moment she saw Shelley, she lost all control, rushing forward to pull her into a tight, tearful embrace.

After their emotional reunion, Shelley walked straight up to me. “Mom, I’m back. When are you handing over the company?”

Seeing her impatience, I smiled faintly. “Let’s go. I’ve already called a press conference. I’m about to give you everything, in front of everyone.”