I never told my son that I earn forty thousand a month. He always thought I lived a simple life. When he invited me to dinner with his wife’s parents, I decided to play the role of a modest, quiet mother. But the moment I walked into that restaurant, everything changed—and what followed left them speechless.

Let me tell you who I really am. Because my son Marcus, at thirty-five years old, never knew the truth about his mother. To him, I was always just the woman who left early for the office and came back tired, who cooked with whatever was in the fridge. Just another employee, maybe a secretary, someone ordinary.