HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 149

Meadow’s POV:

Ingrid Ashford’s presence was still as tall and intimidating as ever. However, I wasn’t in the mood for her shit today.

To my surprise, her hair wasn’t pulled back in the tight bun it usually was–she let it down beautifully today.

“Gives me a migraine,” she said as she noticed where my attention was. “As if having two boys wasn’t enough of a headache already.”

Holy… shit.

Did she just say something light–hearted to me? Did she just try to make a joke?

My gaze narrowed. “Your children are hardly boys, Ingrid. They’re grown men.”

‘And maybe you need to get off their backs,‘ I wanted to add, but decided against it.

“Maybe one day, when you have children, you’ll understand why we as mothers do the things we do and why we’ll always do anything to protect our children even if that means risking our health.”

That was it.

I scoffed, shooting Ingrid a glare. “If this is what you came here for, then I’ll gladly shut the door in your face. I’m already going through a lot without you coming to make things worse.”

I’d already come to the conclusion that Ingrid was a terrible person. It was as simple as that. I was already hurting, and here she was, at my doorstep, still throwing jabs at me. She wasn’t even my mother–in–law anymore, so she wasn’t entitled to my respect.

Why on earth did she come to my apartment?

I began to close the door, but Ingrid stopped it. “Wait,” she said. “Please. I only wish to talk, that’s all.”

I paused, studying the expression on her face. She didn’t seem like someone who came here to fight with me- like she always did. Today, the expression on her face was a bit solemn.

Vulnerable.

“You misunderstood me, Meadow. I wasn’t throwing a jab, I’m only saying it as it is. I understand that my words may come out strong sometimes, but that is not what I’m here for.”

My stomach twisted, brows furrowing as I watched her. Her lips parted, and she stared past me into the apartment and back at me, silently asking if she could come in.

Frowning, I opened the door wider so she could step into the living room.

For a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other as she wrung her hands awkwardly. I was getting impatient.

“What is it, Ingrid?” I finally asked with a sigh, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Come to gloat about me not being your daughter–in–law anymore? Or about Clarissa reclaiming her position as the woman you thought would give you grandbabies?”

I was referring to that faithful night–the night that she threw that party, the same party I found out that my aunt Yvonne was Alaric’s ex–girlfriend.

Something stabbed at my chest and I let out a bitter laugh. “You must be over the moon right now.”

“No,” Ingrid said quickly, shaking her head. “I…” she looked around, walking over to one of the sofas. And then she gestured at the opposite end of it, giving me a smile that seemed warm. “Please, sit.”

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