From Grave to Gilded Cage: A Mother's Vengeance

My son, Andrew, killed me. Not with a weapon, but with a slow, agonizing betrayal that drained every ounce of life. I spent my entire existence and my formidable family' s legacy building a golden path for him, scheming and battling to make him a hero, while I became everyone's villain.

For my trouble? He stood over my grave, radiating false humility, telling the world he was finally free from his "materialistic, power-hungry" mother, preaching about earning one's own way from a mansion my money bought. The press called him a saint; I was a cautionary tale.