I walked toward her, step by step. "My own mother?"
I picked up a printed bank transfer record from the floor and tossed it right in front of her.
"Would my mother send these kinds of photos to her daughter's husband?"
I picked up another printout of chat logs and threw it straight at her.
"Would my mother constantly defame me as promiscuous in front of my husband to ruin my reputation?"
I picked up every last piece of evidence, one by one, and threw them all at her.
Papers were scattered all around her. Every single one was proof of her sins.
"Would my mother scheme to cheat him out of over five million dollars, and still dream of climbing into his bed to take my place?"
She backed away step by step under my onslaught until she finally huddled in the corner of the sofa and broke d
