Todos los capítulos de Mother's Ruling, My Death: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

After the victim's family stabbed me to death, some strange force seemed to pull my spirit straight to my mother's side.My mother, Tricia Sullivan, was busy putting the finishing touches on a celebration dinner for her younger son, the intern lawyer Miles West, who had just been made a full associate. She hurried back and forth, making sure the staff got every last detail right.All for a single job offer. She had booked the finest banquet hall in the city and invited every friend and relative she had, sparing no expense to make sure Miles looked good in front of everyone.It was exactly the kind of celebration I had once hoped for when I got into a top university. All I had gotten instead was a brief two lines from her. "Well, at least the money I spent raising you wasn't wasted. Once you're successful, don't forget to pay me back."Watching the party unfold, I could not help but envy him. My mother would never guess that Miles owed everything he had today to my death.The dinne

A month earlier, I had been falsely accused of involvement in a murder and thrown in a holding cell while the police investigated.Frantic, I called my mother, a judge, hoping she could clear my name and prove my innocence.She brushed me off. "Let the police handle the truth. What good would it do to call me?"In the month I waited for the trial, she never once came to visit.Then, the night before the hearing, a guard told me she had come to see me. I was thrilled, thinking she had finally started to care.When I saw her, she was holding a container of food she had made just for me. "Scott, you've had it rough in here, haven't you? Look how thin you've gotten."I had not expected to ever taste her cooking again, and I could not help but cry.Her expression turned strange. After a long hesitation, she said carefully, "Scott, the lawyer representing the plaintiff this time is your brother."I froze. "Mom, what are you trying to say?"She lowered her voice, looking uneasy. "Mil

The police rushed me to the hospital, but there was nothing anyone could do. In those final moments, the only thing I could not let go of was my mother.With the last of my strength, I begged a nurse to call her for me. She hung up on me, again and again. I took my last breath without ever hearing her voice.After I closed my eyes, I fell into a long, long dream.In it, I saw myself as a child again, except this time, my mother held me the way she always held Miles, and there was a birthday cake on the table with my name on it.Miles and I were born only two days apart. But ever since he came into the world, I never once got to have a birthday of my own.Every year, my mother used the excuse that it was too much trouble to celebrate twice, so I had to share my day, moved two days early to fall on his. The cake only ever had his name written on it.Yet somehow, the same woman who claimed it was too much trouble always took a day off work for Miles's actual birthday, spending hours

My mother's attitude toward Miles was always the exact opposite of how she treated me. Even knowing full well he was faking it, she still turned right around and went home.The moment she walked in, she went to his bedside, equal parts exasperated and doting. "All right, stop pretending."Maybe being the favorite made him fearless, because the second his little act got called out, Miles dropped it, giving her a wounded look. "Mom, I was scared you loved Scott more. What if you went soft the moment you saw him and told him the truth?"She stroked his hair, her face full of affection. "Silly boy. I only love you. I won't go, I promise."Satisfied, Miles flashed her an innocent smile.This was not the first time he had faked being sick to compete for our mother's love.Back in sixth grade, we were playing soccer together when he tripped me, and I broke my leg. As soon as she heard, she rushed to the hospital.Jealous, Miles cried and told her I had tried to trip him and ended up

A few days later, my funeral began. Miles, dressed in a black suit, helped my mother to the service.She stood in front of my headstone, tears streaming down her face, murmuring, "Scott, how could you be so cruel, leaving your mother behind like this?"Her performance fooled everyone there. Every guest who came stepped forward to comfort her, telling her to take care of herself.But I really wanted to ask her: setting the guilt aside, did she actually care whether I lived or died?Sirens blared, and a wave of police officers surrounded the funeral. Four or five older-looking officers walked straight up to her. "Are you Ms. Sullivan?"She looked rattled. "I am. Is there something I can help you with, officer?"The officer held up an arrest warrant. "We have evidence that you abused your position as a judge to obstruct justice. We need you to come with us."Miles stepped forward, blocking the officers from her. "My mother is a person of integrity. There's no way she'd do something