Chapter 1: Madame Yate's unexpected visit

In the grandeur of the Yates mansion, Monica Yates, known to those around her as Madame Yates, entered her son Xavier's bedroom with an air of unexpected authority. The afternoon sunlight spilled into the room, casting a warm glow on the scene that awaited her: Xavier, her son, seated on the couch with a young woman nestled in his arms, peacefully asleep.

Madame Yates furrowed her brow, sensing an intrusion upon the tranquil routine she had anticipated. She tilted her head slightly, attempting to unravel the identity of the sleeping figure. The subtle rustle of her handbag dropped carelessly to the floor, breaking the silence and capturing Xavier's attention. His eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't expected his mother's unannounced visit.

The room, once filled with the serene ambiance of a lazy afternoon, now crackled with an underlying tension. Xavier, acutely aware of his mother's disapproval of Queen, his fiancée of three years, braced himself for what he knew might unfold.

"What the hell!" Madame Yates's voice reverberated through the room, sharp and demanding. The exclamation startled Queen awake from her nap. Rubbing her eyes gently, Queen found herself in a daze, momentarily disoriented by the abrupt intrusion into her peaceful slumber. Realizing where she was, she subtly shifted away from Xavier, sensing the gravity of the situation.

"Good morning, Mom," Queen greeted with a polite nod, her head slightly bowed as a sign of respect.

"What did you just call me?" Madame Yates's response was laced with annoyance, her tone cutting through the air. The question hung in the room, echoing the strained relationship that had persisted between mother and son's fiancée.

Xavier, caught in the crossfire, attempted to defuse the mounting tension. "Mom, surprise visit?" he offered, a weak smile attempting to mask the awkwardness of the situation.

Madame Yates, however, was not easily swayed. Her eyes narrowed, fixing on Queen with a critical gaze. "Surprise visit, indeed," she retorted, her disapproval evident.

Queen, feeling the weight of Madame Yates's scrutiny, decided to address the elephant in the room. "I apologize if my presence here is unexpected. Good morning, Madame Yates," she said, emphasizing the formality in her address.

Madame Yates's annoyance deepened. "Good morning, indeed," she muttered, a sarcastic undertone underscoring her words. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, fraught with the unspoken tensions that had accumulated over three years of strained interactions.

Xavier, attempting to mediate, spoke up. "Mom, we were actually planning to talk to you about—"

"Talk to me about what?" Madame Yates interrupted, her impatience cutting through any attempts at reconciliation.

Queen, despite the discomfort, maintained her composure. "About our engagement, Madame Yates. Xavier and I wanted to discuss our plans moving forward," she explained, her eyes meeting Madame Yates's with a mixture of determination and apprehension.

"Not in this life would I watch you get married to such a girl; she's a slut, and her image would taint the Yates name," Madame Yates declared, her words slicing through the air like a sharpened blade.