Lahat ng Kabanata ng Biting Back: A Rebirth Story: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

To celebrate our daughter's eighteenth birthday, my husband, James Miller, decided to go nude cycling. I told him he was too old for that and would embarrass himself, but he looked at me with disdain and said, "Liliana, your life is so boring. You refuse to embrace new things."Then he brought the dog belonging to his first love, Sophia Lewis, and placed it before me. It was then I realized it was Sophia who had organized the nude cycling event. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me."Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me.In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium.Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time

"Liliana, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. If you want to hit or scold someone, direct it at me! Lily is just a dog! It doesn't understand anything."At the mention of the dog's name, I froze. "What did you say the dog's name was?""Lily! Don't worry. Lily's name isn't the same as yours. It just sounds similar."Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and covered her mouth in panic, looking at James for help.James's heart softened instantly as he pulled Sophia up. "Why are you apologizing to her? I've said it was an accident. It's not your fault, and it's not Lily's fault either."I watched the two of them, their harmony driving me over the edge. The accumulated grievances and anger from two lifetimes felt like they were going to drown me.My daughter still lay in the hospital bed, her exposed skin stitched up in large sections. Just lifting the blanket would reveal the twisted scars beneath.Yet, James didn't even glance at her. He didn't even ask how she was doing. His gaze wa

My journey as an influencer was going smoothly. My first video was a small hit.The comments section was filled with praise.[So much like a mom!][Madam, you're amazing! I followed your instructions to cook from the step where you wash the vegetables, and it turned out really delicious!][From today on, Liliana is my digital mom, no cap.]My daughter excitedly held the phone and shared the news with me.As I read through the comments, tears started to fall.When I used to cook for James, he always looked impatient. He would complain that the food was too bland, too greasy, too sweet, or too spicy. No matter what I made, it never measured up to the plate of pasta his lover made for him."That plate of pasta back then was really something. Sophia only added a little cheese, but I'll remember it for the rest of my life."I couldn't understand it then—how could a plate of pasta with just some sprinkled cheese be that good?Now that I was divorced and had escaped the confines of

"Liliana, I regret it. Please forgive me. I just made the same mistake that all men make. Isn't it better late than never? I've changed, Liliana."James kept knocking on the door, his voice filled with pleas.But I felt nothing inside—just annoyance.I wanted to pretend I didn't hear him, but the noise drew complaints from the neighbors, forcing me to open the door.I cracked it open just a little and warned him, "Get lost. I have nothing to say to you."James pushed against the door, trying to force his way in. "Liliana, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me. After you left, I realized I couldn't live without you."I miss you and your cooking. I haven't eaten well since you left, and I can't even find a tie that matches my shirt. We have two kids. Can you really bear to let them grow up in a single-parent household?"That statement finally set me off. I yanked the door handle backwards, and in an instant, his fingers got caught in the door."My hand—Liliana, stop!"I p