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The newly wedded couple walked into the enormous living room hand in hand. Deep down, Gemma was a bit nervous but then she consoled herself with the fact that whatever she sees here wouldn't be worse than what she had already seen at home. Strangers mistreating her was far more understandable than it being done by the people she shares blood with.

“Son, you're home,” A feminine voice sounded right behind them.

Turning around, Gemma knew exactly who she was. Anna Ferguson, Derek's mum. She had gone through the little intel Derek had given her back in the car.

“Don't raise your voice at her, don't talk back at her or she’ll become agitated. She likes being in charge,” she reminded herself.

She watched the woman pause and gaze at her.

“Who is she? Why is she wearing a wedding dress? And most especially why is she clinging onto you like that?”

“One question at a time, mum. I'm sure you don't want to scare your daughter in law away,” Derek smiled.

“What!” Her voice echoed.

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