Fuck Off

Kiki

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Esa… burst into the room like a tornado with stilettos and slapped me hard across the cheek while I was still trying to catch my breath on this damn hospital bed.

I stared at her like she’d grown a second head. Big dream? Nightmare? Hallucination? I didn’t know, I just knew the sting burned like fire and the audacity… the sheer audacity… made my blood boil.

“Who the hell—who gave you the right?” I started, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and disbelief.

She lifted her hand again, ready to strike, and I swear I could hear my sanity whisper, just let it happen, maybe you’ll wake up. But then Tia stepped between us like a brick wall and planted herself there.

“How dare you try to kill my grandchild!” Esa shrieked, eyes blazing with some righteous fire. Grandchild? My mind skipped. Grandchild? You mean the child your son indirectly killed by dragging me into this mess?

I opened my mouth to explain, to point out the truth—the way your son pushed me, the way your precious “heir” is literally the reason I lost mine—but she didn’t even pause to listen.

“How dare you make my poor Rita faint!” she continued, voice cracking like glass. Really? That’s your argument? My life, my loss, my pain… and you’re screaming about her fainting?

I blinked. Slowly. Once. Twice. My voice came out sharper than I thought I had in me.

“Wa wuuu… are you for real, mother? Are you serious right now?” Because all this feels like fucking prank… slapping me to defend someone she just met a few weeks back, is so W******l best seller.

She froze for a split second, like she hadn’t expected me to speak back. The moment stretched. Tia gripped my arm, steadying me, and I let my anger do the talking. I fucking just losing my babies… two babies for heaven sake.

“Do you hear me?” I continued, voice rising, trembling but dangerous. “My babies are dead. My husband is a cheating asshole who doesn’t even have the decency to be sorry. And you… you think your beloved new found daughter in-law fainting is the problem here? Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

Her eyes widened, mouth opening and closing like she was searching for some kind of answer or excuse, but nothing came.

I didn’t care. I didn’t care about her judgments, her threats, her grandchild, her Rita, or Dan Moon Goddess-approved destiny.

I only cared about one thing. Me. My life. My pain. My rage.

“Seriously, mother… fuck off. Go home, take your son, his fated mate, your stupid destiny and leave me the hell alone.”

I slammed my hand on the bed, the sound echoing like a drumbeat of rebellion.

Tia’s eyes met mine, wide and awed. “Kiki…” she whispered.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My words had already landed. Loud. Clear. Brutal. And maybe, just maybe, for the first time in weeks, I felt like I had some control again.

Because if the Moon Goddess wanted me as her tragedy, she could keep dreaming. I wasn’t playing her game anymore.

Not now. Not ever.

I hadn’t even uttered my “fuck off” the second time when the door burst open. Of course. Because timing hates me.

Dan stormed in, eyes wide, his face twisted between panic and irritation. “What the hell is going on? Mom! Why are you yelling? This is a hospital, for crying out loud!”

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. Yeah, real mature, Dan, scolding a woman for pointing out that your mother has lost her damn mind while you play saint in a hospital corridor.

Esa, still fuming, spun to face him, voice sharp like knives. “Well, your crazy wife just announced she lost her babies instead of facing the fact that she almost made Rita lose my grandchild!”

Dan froze. His face… changed. First panic, then something else… disbelief. Then his voice, soft and trembling, cut through my boiling rage.

“Kiki… you… you were pregnant?”

I blinked at him, my mouth opening but no words coming out. Of course he didn’t even know. Of course he hadn’t been there, hadn’t held me, hadn’t cared enough to notice the signs, the tiny shifts, the way I’d been… carrying our children. And besides I never told him.

I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Yeah, Dan… I was pregnant. Your children. My children. But apparently, none of that matters anymore. Because guess what? They are gone and you have a fated mate now, glowing bite and heir included. And I’m just… me.”

Dan’s eyes darted to his mother, like looking for confirmation. Like he still needed permission to process this.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to punch every cliché, every scripted plot point the Moon Goddess had shoved into my life.

Instead, I let the silence hang. Thick. Heavy. Perfectly unbearable.

Finally, I spat out, my voice trembling but sharp: “Now do you get it? Do you get why I hate all of you, why I’m done, why—”

Dan took a step toward me, but I didn’t move. I wouldn’t. Not for him. Not ever again.

“Baby… I… I didn’t know,” he whispered, like that could erase the weeks, the loss, the betrayal.

I laughed. Hollow. Cold. Sharp. “You didn’t know because you never gave me an opportunity to tell you. You never even tried to know. You were too busy following some glowing destiny, following her, holding her, acting like nothing I’ve ever done for you even matters.”

Esa bristled, ready to intervene again, but I shot her a look so deadly even she hesitated.

And in that hospital room, in that perfect, awful cliché, I realized something. I wasn’t going to cry anymore. Not for him, not for her, not for the goddess who apparently hated me.

I was going to survive. I was going to live. And if anyone mother, son, or fated mate wanted a piece of me, they’d have to fight for it.

Because right now… I had nothing left to lose.

Esa’s face twisted, venom dripping from every word. “Oh, don’t play innocent, Kiki. It’s quite obvious. You planned this whole… fake pregnancy charade, didn’t you? Probably conspired with your doctor friend over there to trick us all!”

I froze. My chest beating so fast I thought it would collapse in on itself. My lips quivered. My hands went to my stomach instinctively.

No. No. No. No.

But it was too late. The tears came. Hot. Bitter. Furious. They streaked down my face like the world itself was breaking through my eyes.

My innocent babies… my sweet, perfect children… being called a lie, a fabrication. Just because I had no power here. Because in their eyes, a woman without a “destined spark” is nothing but a schemer.

Dan’s eyes softened. He stepped closer more closer this time, voice gentle, but the softness couldn’t touch the raw rage and grief tearing through me. “Kiki… you know you don’t have to lie about being pregnant… or losing them… because I… I would always choose you. Always.”

I stared at him, every ounce of my hurt, betrayal, and anger coiling into a tight knot in my chest. My vision blurred with more tears.

“You… get out, Dan,” I spat, my voice trembling but deadly. “I said—GET THE FUCK OUT!”

He froze. His mouth opened, like he wanted to say something, maybe beg, maybe reason, maybe lie. But I didn’t give him the chance. I couldn’t.

I pushed myself upright, weak and trembling, but determined. Esa’s sneer, the whispers about “fake babies,” the world crumbling around me… none of it mattered anymore.

“Out,” I repeated, louder this time. “Both of you. I don’t want to see your faces. Not today. Not ever.”

Dan hesitated, then slowly backed toward the door. His eyes never left mine, and I could see that flicker the one that still loved me, still mourned me but I didn’t care.

Esa looked like she wanted to argue, to strike, to scream… but Tia stepped forward, her hand on my shoulder, steady and protective.

“You heard her,” Tia said sharply. “Step out.”

The silence that followed was perfect. Heavy. It filled the room with the weight of everything they had taken from me.

And when the door finally clicked shut behind them, I let the tears fall freely again. Not for Dan. Not for Esa. Not even for the Moon Goddess.

I let them fall for my babies. For me. For everything that was mine, stolen, and yet, still mine to grieve.

And this time, no one was allowed to tell me it was fake.