When I brought my third boyfriend, Lewis Dawson, back home to meet my mother, Florence Winters, I specifically told him not to eat the food she'd made.But Lewis only patted my head in an unbothered manner."Maybe the two previous incidents were just a coincidence? Don't overthink it, Ariel. We don't want to hurt your mother's feelings," he said.He then disregarded my objections and ate the food Mom served him at the dining table.My heart clenched tightly as I silently counted down from three.Sure enough, Lewis' expression shifted drastically the moment I counted to one. He dashed out of the house and onto the road.An oncoming truck ran over him as the driver failed to brake in time.I fell to my knees on the asphalt, trembling uncontrollably as I wailed in pain.Even as the sunlight shone on me, I felt cold to my bones.A second later, I turned to look behind me, as if sensing something.I saw Mom standing on our balcony, watching everything unfold as if it was of no con
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