Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1336

Because in the few times they'd met, Priscilla couldn't help but run her mouth like she was some kind of lottery winner who'd just hit it big.

Every conversation with her was the same: brag about her precious son, trash her daughter-in-law.

She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her son had married into the Livingston family, and all their fancy dinners and country club invites came courtesy of the Newsoms.

If you listened to Priscilla, though, you'd think it was the Newsoms who should be grateful her boy even looked their way!

She honestly believed Winona wasn't good enough for her son. To hear Priscilla tell it, Winona was nothing but a pretty face-a gold-digger who couldn't boil an egg, let alone clean a house, and didn't lift a finger for her in-laws.

She'd rant, "That little tramp won't last long. Just you wait-if she doesn't give me a foot rub or massage my shoulders, I'll make sure my son divorces her!"

What a piece of work.

Who did Priscilla think she was? The Queen Mother? Expecting foot baths and massages, threatening to have her son toss his wife out like last week's leftovers? Honestly, the woman had zero class. If anything, the Livingstons should be lighting candles in gratitude they landed someone like Winona!

She's gorgeous and sweet—if Winona were my daughter-in-law, I'd be over the moon. I'd spoil her rotten, treat her like a princess! No one would dare mess with her-not even Keaton. If he so much as looked at her the wrong way, I'd be the first to set him straight.

Thinking about Priscilla, I couldn't decide if I was more annoyed or jealous.

Even someone like Priscilla managed to snag a daughter-in-law.

And here I am-waiting, hoping, praying for a daughter-in-law of my own, but not even a shadow of one appears.

Sigh.

Poor Winona.

bad for

been unlucky in love; me, I couldn't seem to find a daughter-in-law no

a gentle pat,

with the new, honey. There are plenty of good

drain your spirit. The next one

smile. Janelle

was tearing up over her own son. The next, she was

Winona had come here

So I ran into a jerk-he's history as far as

point wasting tears on a loser. Let him do

and she and Elysia helped Janelle to a bench

on with Keaton and Ms. Sutton?" Winona asked. Janelle let out a long sigh. "It's all Keaton's fault!

Elysia

old-money

po wrong,

party. But not

Keaton

Frankly, he deserved what he got it he never uked Beatrix, why agree to** the engagement in the first