Rachel had hit her mark, and I snapped.

"In your dreams! Oliver will never see you as his mother!" I roared.

Rachel’s lips twisted into a wicked smile, "Why not? Once Logan and I get married, Oliver will be my stepson." Rachel chuckled.

Her words made my blood boil, but I forced myself to stay calm. I locked eyes with her, and after a moment, I laughed coldly, "Have you already forgotten how he ignored you at the airport? You're nothing to him, and even if you marry ...