Mother’s lies 8

“A small matter?” 

I hadn’t expected my mom to show guilt or remorse, not even a trace of it. 

Yet facing her now, watching her face twist with venomous hatred, as though she longed to end me, the pain in my chest pricked like needles. 

So, in her eyes, my very life had been nothing more than a small matter. 

Looking back, I couldn’t find a single moment where she had genuinely done anything for me. Instead, she had carried only a cold, unexplainable hostility. 

If not for the stark truth written in the paternity test, I might have doubted whether the woman before me was truly my mother. 

“Why? Why could you never stand to see me happy?” 

“You ruined my work, spilling vegetable soup on my computer, shutting off my phone, and even erasing my proposal. And to drag me down with that promiscuous, AIDS–infected Kiersey, you were willing to gamble with my life.” 

“Mom, tell me, what kind of mother wishes her own daughter dead?” 

Her face twisted, hatred dripping from every word. “That’s right. I do hate you. I hate you enough to want you gone, to never see you again.” 

“Before marriage, your father’s heart belonged to me. But once you were born, everything changed. His eyes followed only you, every day rocking you, singing to you, while I ceased to exist.” 

“Even on his deathbed after the accident, his only thought was you, telling me to protect you.” “You curse, you wretched girl! You dared to steal my husband’s love. If I had known you’d grow into such filth, seducing men, I would have choked you in the cradle.” 

I listened in silence to her wild accusations, then suddenly let out a laugh. I laughed and laughed 

direction. until tears spilled down, like shattered beads scattering in every 

How laughable, that my mother’s hatred for me was born only from the fact that my father loved 

1. me. 

I stared straight at her. 

“Do you know why Dad died?” 

“What else? Wasn’t it because of you, a cursed child whining for little cakes? He crossed the street and got hit by a car.” 

My eyes lowered, and I exhaled softly. “You’re wrong. That day, the bakery had only one last tiramisu. Dad was afraid someone else would take it first. He rushed through the red light, that’s why the accident happened.” 

At once, she seemed hollowed out, her eyes empty, her body dazed like a lifeless shell. 

Tiramisu is her favorite flavor, but I could never eat it. 

“Impossible! You’re lying! He died because of you. You’re the wretched culprit who should have been the one to die!” 

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impossible! You’re lying! He died because of you. You re the wretched culprit who should nave been the one to die!” 

Her fists slammed against the glass, her body trembling in a fit of madness. 

I rose to my feet, gently wiping the tears from my face. 

“Mom, this will be the last time I ever call you that. I won’t forgive the harm you’ve done to me. I’ve already hired a lawyer. You and Blake’s entire family will face karma.” 

The moment I turned to leave, panic seized her voice. 

“Millicent, just take it as my fault. If you want me to go to jail, I’ll accept it. But let your uncle out, please? He’s the only son of the family, he can’t go to prison!” 

My eyes turned cold. “Wasn’t it Blake who plotted to force me to marry Hayden, to infect me with AIDS, and to drag me down with Kiersey?” 

Her face drained of color, frozen in shock. 

I smiled, each word cutting like glass. 

“I won’t let him out. I’ll have the lawyer press for the heaviest sentence possible, until he never breathes free air again.” 

“Bitch! If you dare send my brother to prison, I’ll kill you! Millicent, I’ll never let you go, bitch… bitch…” 

Her deranged curses chased after me, but I shut them all out with my earphones. 

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Chapter 9