My Mother Prefers Her Boyfriend Over Her Own Child

The conglomerate family’s new grand building was called the Kennedy Building. My mom’s young lover was named William Kennedy.

I confronted my mom, Agatha, demanding she change the name. She just smiled and said, “Come to the rooftop banquet tonight. I’ll make sure you’ll be satisfied.”

That night, my mom had me hung upside down on the rooftop. She looked down on me from above, like an empress dowager ruling from behind a curtain.

Everyone was fawning over William, as if everything would be his if I died. Even my fiancée didn’t defend me. She instead made me apologize to William.