How Dare You
Petunia flinched, startled by her son’s sudden outburst. For a moment, the room was enveloped in a stunned silence, broken only by the sound of Joe’s labored breathing. Across the table, Jennifer reached out, her fingers gently finding his in a quiet gesture of gratitude and reassurance. He held her hand without hesitation, a wordless affirmation of his trust. In that instant, Joe understood just how much she meant to him—how far he was willing to go to protect their marriage. What he didn’t know was that his mother had plans of her own.
How Dare You
Can’t Take It
The next day, as he entered the house, the clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen, accompanied by the sharp edge of raised voices. His heart sank—he already knew what awaited him. Petunia’s disdain for Jennifer was no secret, and her presence had only fueled the tension. Joe found Jennifer in the kitchen, her posture stiff as she furiously scrubbed the countertops. Across from her stood Petunia, her scowl carved deep into her weathered face. “What’s going on here?” Joe’s voice sliced through the charged air, sharp and commanding.
Can’t Take It
