"That's Mr Owen's mom." Willow replied to me.

"Good evening, Mrs Owen." I greeted her.

"Mrs Claus, not Owen." Willow corrected me.

"Mrs Claus, I mean." I tried to smoke but I couldn't, my cramps are getting worse second by second.

I gripped the couch tightly, trying my best to stand up right.

"So you are Blake's wife?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied to her.

"How is your relationship with my son?" She asked.

"Preachy, I guess." I replied to her.

"Why did you marry him?" She asked him.

"That's because I love him." I almost whispered. I couldn't bear the pain again.

"But he doesn't love you my...