My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

He stood behind her, watching the abuse unfold. She tried to perform innocence, but he lifted her phone. “You forgot you were recording,” he whispered.

When he hit play, her entire world collapsed.

“Hold still, you old thing—this is the only makeover you’re getting,” Serena crooned, the cold steel scissors flashing under the afternoon sun.

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