A Mother Betrayed Movie Novels & Stories

The realization that he was capable of such betrayal left me feeling betrayed by my own judgment. Why hadn't my mother revealed our financial problems to me? She had encouraged me to ask my father for money to realize my dream of opening a bakery. Was she aware of the deal he had struck with this monster? A chilling thought crept in – could she have been involved in this betrayal? No, I couldn't bring myself to believe that. My mother had her flaws, but she had always been a caring presence in my life. The very idea of her colluding with him felt like a betrayal beyond measure.

For expecting much better than what they have done. “Look at him Elizabeth.” my mother says, taking slow steps forward. I'm not sure about what I feel at this moment. because the betrayal has broken me more than anything. I had a lot of faith in my parents. in who they were. but right now it would seem that nothing matters. I had been betrayed. My mum stands in front of me and holds my hand. but the feeling is not the same anymore. it doesn't show me love or affection. it only shows me deception. it makes me feel like I'm standing in a room full of strangers and I know absolutely no one.

If we are going to be mother and daughter then this part of our lives should be crossed over and sealed. “My child’s father betrayed me. He lured me into a contract with one purpose in life to bear him children so his wife could take them when I deliver. His family were in the know and played along except his sister. I got to know when she came back to reveal the truth. I couldn’t believe my ears. The betrayal hurt. I left because I would never give my child to him or his wife. My child will be born and I will get to be his mother and raise him. No one will raise my child when I’m alive. It’s my hurting reality so hurt I try to act strong for my son…” liquid drops on my cheek unbeknownst to

The whispers grow louder, curling around my ears like smoke. I press forward. But nothing in here is still. Suddenly, the trees around me shimmer. The world ripples like a disturbed reflection. I blink, and then I’m no longer alone. My mother stands in front of me. I freeze. Her eyes are exactly as I remember—warm brown, full of grief. “Mom?” I whisper, my voice cracking. She doesn’t answer. She just looks at me. Then she speaks, but it’s not comforting. “You’ve betrayed me,” she says. “You walk with the ones who took everything.”

With shaking hands, she swiped to the next picture and I watched as her mouth dropped open as tears rocked through her body system resulting in a crazy sound that emerged from her throat. "Exactly mother, that's what betrayal feels like. You pimped your own daughter to a useless man you called a husband. I trusted you enough to fight for me but look what you did mother. Betrayal hurts like a bitch that has been catfished" I rejoiced, glad that she was feeling half of what I felt when I found out about the role she played. "She's lying, baby. Don't believe her," my stepfather pleaded, walking slowly towards my mother.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage. “And my baby?” His voice trembled. He knew in his heart, though. “What child? It was a bastard she was carrying!” Mary raised her voice, sharp and cruel. “You’re not seriously considering raising someone else’s child, are you? Are you out of your mind?! That woman’s the mafia lord’s mistress. Aren’t you disgusted? “I kicked her out. And I made sure that baby was taken care of, too. I did what any good mother would do. I protected you from being trapped raising another man’s child!

“You remember all those little things she never fully explained to you and how she went as far as revealing her own barrenness to the public and began acting like she’s the victim.” I swallowed as my mother kept making me remember that there had been small incidents and those are things I had brushed aside because I trusted her completely. My mother sighed heavily. “I know you love her. I do know.” Her own eyes filled with tears again. “But love doesn’t erase such a betrayal.” The word settled heavily inside my chest.Betrayal! Had Charlotte really betrayed me? Or was I refusing to see the truth because I loved her too much? I stared intently into space before speaking. “I believe you mother.

She had wept for her disgrace of a son, and then she had handed over the money to have me systematically repair me. My own mother. The woman who gave me life had looked at me and decided I was so disgusting, so utterly broken, that I needed to be tortured into compliance. You know what's worse? the fact they said she cried. Even though I was close to dying my mother only smiled, so why cry? what's the tears for? an act to this strangers. The remaining fight drained out of me all at once. My limbs turned to lead against the sheets. The betrayal was a heavy, suffocating weight that crushed the remaining air from my lungs. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I was completely empty.