His Mother's Lies

J A Andrews His Mother’s Lies Copyright © 2023 by J A Andrews All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. J A Andrews asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. Cover photography from Shutterstock by Kristo Robert First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com For everyone who has had to endure a Mother-in-law from hell. Take back control before they take over… Contents Prologue PART ONE One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen PART TWO Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine PART THREE Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Epilogue A Letter from J A Andrews Prologue Thursday, 14 April 2021 Anna I sit with my mobile phone in my hand, wondering if my son will make an effort to call me today. I stare at the screen and hover my finger over his name in my contact list. I should give him a piece of my mind for leaving me sitting here to rot, but when I think of him my heart melts and I get goosebumps. He’s the only reminder of Robert I have left. My husband’s death brought my son and me closer together until she PART ONE One Saturday, 5 March 2022 Charlotte I take a deep breath as I stroll outside the church, hand in hand with my husband. Both Ethan and I chose this stunning rural setting for our wedding on the outskirts of Exeter because it was only an hour away from home. The scenery in Devon is outstanding with rolling hills surrounded by small lakes and quaint country lanes. It’s picturesque and the envy of all my friends and family up north. Neither of us had messed up our vows earlier, but as we