My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Oliver froze.

Old Mrs. Horton broke the silence. "When he was born, he was hooked up to tubes, lying in the ICU. After two months in the incubator, the day we finally brought him home, you tried to strangle him. You put your hands around his neck, then pressed a pillow to his face. Oliver, he was just a baby! How could you be so cruel?"

Oliver's face twisted with anger. "This is your fault! You kept getting in the way! Every time, you caught me before I could finish it. If you hadn't, things wouldn't be like this!"

Old Mrs. Horton sighed. "That's why I had to raise him myself. When he was five or six, I sent him to live in the country, but even then, you didn't stop. By the time you were twenty, you convinced your father to let you start at the company, then bribed people to hurt him. That's why I had to send him overseas. And now, you think you're the victim? What about Lewis? Wasn't he innocent? You were willing to hurt a child, your own brother! How do you expect me to feel about you?"

She glanced at his hands. "Every time I see you, I think of that fourteen-year-old boy holding a pillow over a baby's face. How am I supposed to love you after that?"

Oliver's temper flared. "I told you, you made me do it! You were always taking his side! If you hadn't, I wouldn't have tried to kill him!"

Old Mrs. Horton let out a tired breath. "You've got it backward."

Oliver blinked, confused. "What?"

"Lewis had just come home from the hospital when you tried to hurt him. That's when I started protecting him. You started this, Oliver. If you hadn't been so cruel, things could've been different. Like you said, no matter what happened between your parents or Lewis's mom, you and Lewis were both innocent. As your grandmother, how could I not care about you?"

Her voice softened with sadness. "But how can I care about someone who tried to murder his brother? How could I love you after that?"

She shook her head. "Every time I see you, it makes me sick."

red, his chest heaving. He stormed forward and grabbed her arm. "You're talking

look at your face, all I can think of is

face flushed red, and he gripped her arm even tighter. "You old hag, what are you

hear. Why are you so upset? Does your dad know how messed up you've been since

the edge of losing

dad doesn't know. If he did, he would feel so guilty for always spoiling you and ignoring

said shut up!

yelled and shoved

stumbled back, and there was a sickening crack as

there on the floor, unable to move, looking

never a good kid. You don't deserve

told you to shut

hands tightening

Mrs. Horton

had planned this all