Semua Bab In My Next Life, I Beg for Your Love: Bab 1 - Bab 8

By the time I managed to limp to Granny's house, night had already fallen.Granny saw the mess I was in and didn't look surprised. She took out her first aid kit and treated my injuries like she always did, then made me a simple plate of carbonara.Usually, I would eat while swearing I'd get even the next day.But this time, I just stared at the food and quietly asked, "Granny… I'm not actually Dad's child, am I?"She didn't answer, but the rejection and disgust flickering in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She stood abruptly and started wiping the table over and over, right where the first aid kit had been.That was when I realized that my blood was something they all wanted to stay away from.I was the son of a rapist. No wonder Mom hated me.A sickening feeling rose in my throat. I bolted outside and leaned against the fence, retching.The night air stung the scrapes on my face.Before, whenever Mom hit me, I told myself she owed me for every bruise she'd infl

Just as my lungs were burning, someone yanked Mom off me with tremendous force.Granny's voice was hoarse and shaking. "Have you lost your mind? Are you really going to throw your life away again because of him? It's not worth it! Once was enough…"Mom collapsed into her arms and let out a broken sob. "Mom, I can't take it anymore. What if he turns out just as bad as his father?"Granny held her tightly, but her eyes shifted toward me. For a moment, I thought she saw that my eyes were half-open, but she only whispered calmly, "Let's go back to bed."Mom's crying faded into the distance. I lay there, gasping for air, then pulled the blanket over my face and rolled onto my side.I had no idea how long it was before dawn started to break. That was when Granny walked in, carrying a large enamel cup.It was filled with steaming mushroom soup.Drinking mushroom soup first thing in the morning was strange, but she simply set the cup on my nightstand and said, her voice as steady as t

After the funeral, the house returned to its usual quiet. I was someone who never mattered. With or without me, life went on the same.The only difference was that now I existed here like a ghost.As I watched Mom's busy figure, I felt like something about her had changed, but I didn't know what it was.Until one night, long after everyone had fallen asleep, Mom opened the door to my room.I was sitting on the windowsill, silently cursing the universe for giving me a filthy beginning and refusing to let me rest even in death.Mom walked in like a shadow. She didn't turn on the light. She just moved slowly to the bed, smoothed the sheets with her hand, and sat down.She sat there with her back to me, like a statue frozen in place.I hid in the shadows and couldn't help sneaking a look at her.Mom wasn't crying. Her eyes weren't even red.I looked again. She still sat there, motionless, with only the faint rise and fall of her chest proving she was alive.Sneering, I lifted my

A few days later, Mom came alone to my grave on a drizzly morning. It was nothing more than a small mound of dirt in the countryside, so simple that it looked almost careless.She stood there for a long, long time. Rain soaked her hair and clothes, but she didn't seem to feel anything.Finally, she slowly crouched down. With a trembling hand, she reached out and gently touched the cold tombstone."I'm sorry. I hated you from the moment you were in my belly."Her voice was soft. It was like she was confessing a secret she had hidden for years. "You kicked like a little tyrant. Every kick made my heart pound with panic. I kept thinking you were a demon sent to torment me."Her fingers followed the familiar letters of my name carved into the stone over and over again."When you grew up, you were still so mischievous. You never gave me a single day of peace. You were always getting into fights, causing trouble, coming home covered in bruises, and looking at me with that same defiant