My New Role: Abusive ML’s Mom

One day, I woke up in a wife-chasing crematorium novel.
I wasn't the long-suffering heroine or the vicious side character.
I was the scumbag male lead's mother.
As I recalled the plot, my son committed every despicable act imaginable.
He tortured the heroine's body, broke her heart, and even desecrated her memory. Meanwhile, he was handing over money, fathering a child, and even offering up a kidney for the "other woman."
It all culminated in the heroine, driven to despair, leaping to her death from a skyscraper. Only then did he clutch her ashes and put on a grand performance of undying love.
My blood pressure skyrocketed. My liver ached with pure rage. This son was a lost cause.
But they say the child's sins are the mother's fault.
Since I was now his mother, he could blame me for the coming storm. Because I was about to overhaul this entire family.
"Unhand my daughter-in-law, Benny Ford! Your mother has arrived, and she is not pleased!"
1
"Sign it! Don't make me say it again. Isla can't wait."
A man's voice pierced through the fog of my consciousness.
My eyes focused on a lavish, European-style living room. A pale woman in a simple dress was kneeling on the floor.
This scene, this dialogue...
Wasn't this from that trashy, melodramatic novel I was ranting about last night?
In the story, the heroine, Elara Vance, enters into a business marriage with the male lead, Benny Ford. She gives him her whole heart, only to have it thrown to the dogs. Benny is obsessed with his first love, Isla Shen, and treats his wife with icy contempt.
After Isla returns to the country, she frames Elara for pushing her down the stairs. Benny, the brainless idiot, not only believes the lie but demands that Elara, who is already pregnant, donate one of her kidneys to Isla.
Remembering the infuriating plot and seeing the scene play out before me, I let a string of curses fly.
"Benny! What the hell is wrong with you?"
My outburst plunged the entire villa into a dead silence.
The kneeling heroine stared at me, her tear-filled eyes wide with astonishment.
Benny was stunned, looking at me in utter disbelief.
"Mom?"
That one word sent a jolt through me. I looked down at myself. I was dressed in a chic Chanel suit, a diamond ring big enough to blind someone sparkling on my finger. My face was smooth and youthful, looking no older than thirty-five. I was the picture of a wealthy socialite.
I... I had become the scumbag male lead's mother? The background character who just stood by and watched as her son destroyed himself and his wife?
Benny had already recovered, tossing the donation consent form in front of Elara.
"Mom, don't make this more complicated. Elara pushed Isla. She has to donate a kidney."
I rushed forward, shielding Elara behind me.
"Is Isla Shen the only person in the world who needs a kidney? There are countless donors on the registry, but you have to force my pregnant daughter-in-law to give up hers? Is she your personal, on-demand organ bank?"
Benny's face darkened. "Mom! Elara viciously pushed Isla down the stairs, rupturing her kidney! This is the punishment she deserves!"
Listening to this garbage, I let out a cold laugh.
"Do you have proof? Isla opens her mouth and you just believe her? Does this mansion not have security cameras? Do you run your investigations on gut feelings and your company on fortune-telling?"
My rapid-fire accusations left Benny speechless, his face turning a furious shade of red. He was breathing heavily.
"Mom! You're being completely unreasonable!"
"You're the one being unreasonable!" I shot back. "Check the security footage right now! If it proves Elara is innocent, you just wait and see how I deal with you!"
"Fine! We'll check it!" Benny snapped, calling for the staff. "Mr. Henderson, bring up the footage from the landing!"
A small crowd gathered in the living room to wait. Soon, the butler returned with a tablet, his expression hesitant. Benny snatched it from his hands.
The video was crystal clear.
On the landing, Isla and Elara appeared to be arguing. Suddenly, Isla threw herself backward. Elara's hand shot out, clearly trying to catch her, but she didn't even touch the hem of Isla's dress.
No one pushed her. She fell on her own.
Benny stared at the screen, the color draining from his face.
"Do you see it clearly now, my dear son?" I asked, my voice dripping with ice. "Did she push her? Or did your precious Isla stage the whole thing?"
I turned and gently patted Elara's hand.
"My dear, what do you think should happen next?"
Elara looked at Benny, her eyes red-rimmed. "Benny, you've seen the video. I'm innocent. You have to make Isla Shen apologize to me."
My heart sank. That's it? Just an apology?
Had this girl been abused into submission? With concrete proof in her hands, shouldn't she be seizing the opportunity to divorce him, escape this hell, and take half his fortune to live her best life?
All she wanted was an apology?
"No. Isla can't apologize. She's too fragile, she can't handle the stress. We'll just drop the matter this time."
2
I was even more shocked to find that Benny's bias was so deeply ingrained. He wouldn't even allow for an apology.
"Drop the matter?" A bitter laugh escaped Elara's lips. "Benny Ford, you and Isla Shen truly disgust me."
With that, she turned and walked away.
I looked at my stupid son, who stood frozen with a dark expression on his face, and sighed. I had no desire to see the rest of this tragic story play out.
Just as I was plotting how to get them divorced, Isla herself arrived.
"Mrs. Ford! You have to stand up for me!" she cried, rushing over and clinging to my arm before I could say a word. "I never wanted to take anything from Elara, but ever since I came back, she's been so hostile. Last time, she even pushed me down the stairs..."
I frowned, impatiently pulling my arm away. "Enough. We've already seen the security footage. You fell on your own. Stop the act."
Isla was taken aback, her pitiful expression nearly slipping. But she clearly had a backup plan. She pulled me aside and mysteriously took out several photos from her purse.
"Mrs. Ford, I don't mean to stir up trouble, but even though Elara is carrying a Ford heir, she was involved with another man right before she got pregnant. Look at this..."
She pointed to photos of Elara hugging and having dinner with another man. "I'm afraid the baby's origins are... questionable."
I took the photos and looked closely. The man's face was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place it.
Seeing my expression, Isla thought she had me convinced. She raised her voice. "Benny! Come look at this!"
Benny strode over. As his eyes fell on the photos, his face turned black as thunder.
"Elara!" he roared up the stairs. "Get your ass down here!"
I slapped him on the back of the head. "What is wrong with you now? Does the sight of this woman just melt your brain?"
"Mom!" Benny stood his ground, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you just going to stand there and watch this woman cheat on your son?"
Yes! Absolutely! I screamed internally. I hope she cheats on you, divorces you, and runs for the hills!
Before I could place the man in the photo, Benny had grabbed Elara by the wrist.
"Elara! Explain this to me! Who is this bastard?"
He yanked her so hard she stumbled and fell to the floor.
"Benny! We've been married for five years! Don't you know whose child I'm carrying? How could you suspect me...?"
Seeing her crumpled on the floor, my heart clenched. I was about to intervene again when a flash of insight struck me.
I remembered!
The man in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Elara. It was her younger brother, who was studying abroad!
"Let her go!" I pried Benny's fingers off her wrist and threw the photos in his face. "Open your eyes and look properly! That's Elara's brother! Your own brother-in-law! You don't even recognize him? Is your head stuffed with hay?"
"Wh-what?" Benny was dumbfounded.
Elara picked up a photo and glanced at it. "This is my brother, Liam. He came back to visit last month. We had dinner."
Isla's face went deathly pale. She tried to argue. "But the baby in her belly might not be..."
"Might not be what?" I cut her off sharply. "Are you only happy when you're trying to brand my son as a cuckold for no reason? I trust my daughter-in-law's character! It's not your place, an outsider, to sow discord here!"
The more I spoke, the angrier I got. I pointed a trembling finger at the door. "Get out! Get out of the Ford house right now! And don't you ever set foot in here again!"
Isla flinched, and with no one left to defend her, she had no choice but to leave.
Benny finally hung his head.
"Elara," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."
3
After dealing with Isla, I subjected Benny to a crash course in how to be a decent husband, trying to steer him off the path of a scumbag.
But after just two days of peace, the butler delivered some shocking news.
Benny's father was coming home.
Which meant my husband, Donovan Ford, was arriving.
The original novel didn't say much about him, only that he was a workaholic who spent most of his time abroad. He was extremely strict with Benny but paid little attention to his family.
"Mom, I'm a bit tired. I'm going upstairs to rest," Elara said, her expression changing at the news.
Seeing my confused look, Benny explained. "Dad was never happy about my business marriage with Elara. He's a bit old-fashioned and felt our family got the short end of the stick, so he's always had a problem with her."
"What kind of problem?" I pressed.
Benny seemed reluctant to elaborate. "It's all in the past. Mom, please don't ask. Dad will be back tomorrow. You should watch what you say, too. Don't be like you were today."
Oh, this little brat was trying to lecture me now?
"Was I wrong to protect my daughter-in-law? Let me tell you something, Benny. If your father starts talking nonsense, I'll take him on too!" I glared at him.
Benny, choked by my response, had nothing more to say and left.
I sat alone in the living room, my mind racing.
Old-fashioned? A problem with his daughter-in-law?
Combined with Elara's reaction... this was bad. Very, very bad.
That evening, Donovan Ford, looking like a man in his thirties despite his age, walked in wearing a deep gray bespoke suit.
And behind him were two women.
Isla, dressed in her signature white dress, looked as fragile as ever, her eyes darting toward Benny.
But the real eye-sore was the sophisticated woman next to her, who bore a striking resemblance to herMrs. Shen.
"Vivian," Donovan said, his voice smooth. "Isla and her mother happened to be nearby, so I invited them over."
Mrs. Shen smiled and looped her arm through Donovan's. "That's right. Donovan said there was a small misunderstanding at home and asked us to come help mediate." She acted as if she were the lady of the house.
I sneered internally, waiting to see what new trick they had up their sleeves.
"I heard about what happened with Elara," Donovan began, waving a dismissive hand as if he were a great peacemaker. "Young people can be impulsive. But Isla is a Shen, after all. Our families have worked together for years. There's no need to let a small tiff ruin our relationship."
Mrs. Shen immediately chimed in, her voice soft and cloying. "Exactly, Mrs. Ford. As women, we should be more magnanimous, more virtuous. That's what makes us appealing. Causing a scene over trivial matters just disrupts the harmony of the home." She finished with a glance in my direction, her eyes filled with unconcealed provocation.
I looked at her, clinging to my husband's arm. I looked at Donovan's nonchalant attitude.
And then, I understood everything.
No wonder Benny's favoritism was so extreme. It was hereditary.
Like father, like son. The rot started at the top.
SMACK! I slammed my palm on the table so hard that the tea in Donovan's cup splashed out.
"Donovan Ford! Are you trying to relive your glory days? Has some little flower outside addled your brain?"
I pointed directly at Mrs. Shen, who was practically fused to Donovan's side. "Bringing these two outsiders into my home to lecture my legally-wed daughter-in-law, who is carrying your grandchild! Who do these people think they are, trying to teach the Fords how to behave?"

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