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Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 9
Mom left the cemetery in a daze, her retreating figure stark and desolate. From then on, she drifted through her days in a constant fog. Her spirit was crushed, her eyes clouded with pain and regret, no longer holding their former light. In the end, unable to bear the torment, she suffered a mental breakdown and was committed to the hospital.The hospital hallway was bathed in dim yellow light, highlighting Mom's thinning frame. She would often sit by the window, her gaze vacant as she stared into the distance.Every day, like clockwork, she would call my name late at night, her voice filled with yearning and grief.Tired of being tethered to her, I began wandering the metaphysical world, searching for a way to break free. One day, Mom's mental state seemed to improve slightly, and she requested the nurse take her out for a walk in the garden. The air was perfumed with flowers; sunlight dappled the leaves. Mom sat on a bench, her hands tightly gripping a book. It was my fa
Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 8
I was curious what Mom was thinking, but at that moment, a window appeared before me. Images flashed across it rapidly, like a movie reel playing out memories of the past. However, I soon realized these weren't just memories—they were what was unfolding in Mom's mind. On the screen, the scene of Winona's adoption was particularly clear—her frail body, timid nature, the curiosity and desire in her eyes.Then came the heartwarming moments—Winona offering a cup of warm milk when Mom was exhausted, the gesture filled with endless care. Or Winona staying by Mom's bedside when she fell ill, singing a tender lullaby. "Why? Why did everything turn out like this?" Mom mumbled to herself.I could almost feel Mom's heart breaking as officers escorted Winona from the interrogation room. No regret shone in Winona's eyes—only cold indifference. Suddenly, Winona stopped and leaned close to Mom. In a voice so low only the two could hear, she taunted, "My dear mother, why do you think Dad w
Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 7
Winona's voice sounded so sincere, yet to me, it was like nails on a chalkboard.Unable to hold back any longer, Mom burst into heaving sobs.The faux concern on Winona's face had me trembling from sheer hatred. She was as much my killer as that man was, yet I could only watch her cry crocodile tears. …As if Grandma were still watching over me from above, the police's relentless efforts finally paid off. After reviewing the surveillance footage, they finally caught my murderer.In the interrogation room, Mom screamed at him hysterically, demanding to know why he had killed me. Her voice held grief, pain, and anger in equal measure, while resentment poured from her in waves.Yet, the killer smiled smugly at her grief-stricken face, his eyes shining with malice. He mocked disdainfully, "How does it feel to lose a loved one?"His words, sharp as daggers, stabbed deep into Mom's heart. When she learned that he was the father of the robber who murdered Dad years ago, she broke down
Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 6
When Mom saw that engraving, her hands began to shake uncontrollably. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall.After a long while, she finally managed to grit out, "How is this possible…"Mom's assistant shot her a sympathetic look and walked over, trying to offer comfort. I floated off to the side, my translucent body out of place in this world. Confusion filled my gaze as I watched Mom's reaction, completely unable to understand it.Didn't Mom hate me?Then, my thoughts drifted to the past.From the moment I returned to the Langdon residence, Winona hadn't bothered hiding her hostility toward me.At home, especially when Mom was around, Winona would always play the part of a loving sister. Every time she pretended to be affectionate, a shudder would run through me. She was only one year older than me, yet she seemed to have control over everything.She suggested Mom enroll me in the same school as her, claiming it would be easier to look out for me. At
Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 5
Once Winona was gone, he seemed to sense my consciousness. He stepped toward me and tilted my face up to meet his. His gaze was icy and unwavering, searching my eyes as if peeling back the layers of my very soul. For a long while, he simply gazed at me. Then, he suddenly swung a fist into my face. The pain knocked the breath from my lungs. Following that, he brandished a small, curved dagger and dug out one of my eyes. In that instant, I thought I would die. Sheer agony exploded through me until my vision finally surrendered to the dark. Even when I fell unconscious from the pain, the man didn't stop. He used my phone to video-call Mom, wanting her to see the horrifying state I was in.However, Mom rejected the call without any hesitation. When the man tried again, he discovered that my number had been blocked. He tossed my phone away with disdain; it shattered against the hard floor.The next time I woke, it was to the man throwing a bucket of cold water over me.Drenched to
Favored the Adopted, Lost the Real: A Mother's Remorse Chapter 4
The last time I went missing was a few years ago. Back then, Winona had trapped me in an abandoned sports storeroom at school. It was in a remote area, so hardly anyone went there. I screamed for help as loudly as I could, but all that answered was the echo of my own voice and the heavy silence. I remained there all night, only seeing daylight again the next morning when the school security guard found me.When I returned home, Mom and Winona were enjoying breakfast at the dining table.Taking in my disheveled, dust-covered appearance, Mom exploded. She snatched up a broom and began hitting me relentlessly. No matter how much I tried to explain, not a word got through. She just kept beating me.At the time, Grandma was still alive. I escaped to her house and tearfully recounted what had happened.Utterly incensed, Grandma rushed back to the Langdon residence with me, determined to seek justice. However, when confronted, all Mom said was, "Winnie didn't do it on purpose."T
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