Novel & Cerita Barren Mother

The ire within me instantly subsidized when I saw that my mother was calling. "Good day, mother." I greeted, after answering the phone. "How are you, my son?" She asked. "I'm alright, ma. And you?" "I'm good too. How is the wench? Has she taken in yet?" Scoffing, I responded. "Can a barren orchard bear fruits?" "Never in my life have I encountered someone as useless as that girl." Mother hurled. "You don't have to worry about her anymore, ma," "What do you mean?" She sounded unsure.

Eddy asserted with a bright smile across her face. Diana was suddenly evaded by extreme shock and rage. Eddy was referring to her husband, Harvey and her as a barren chick! As if it never occured to Diana, she had been married to Harvey for three years now and have been unable to provide Harvey with an heir, as such she was hashtagged Barren chick! But who would think her beloved mother-in-law would be part of those mocking her fertile condition? "And also, what evidence? Divorce?" Diana was discombobulated that she glowered at them, ashen-faced and she demanded "Anamika, what's happening? Why did you lie to me?

Instead, he was holding Theresa in his arms, his hands gently caressing her stomach. I had blacked out for what felt like an eternity, yet it didn’t matter to him. His concern wasn’t for me—it was for his mistress and the baby she was carrying. "Barren." The word echoed over and over in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape from. I tried to shake it off, but the pain wouldn’t leave. He saw me as barren. That was how he defined me. Not as his wife. Not as the woman who had loved him for years, who had given him everything I had. Just… a barren woman.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

I understood that this woman—this other woman—was the reason for it. “You ruined my life,” my mother whispered, voice raw. “It’s not my fault you’re barren.” The slap came so fast I barely saw it. A sharp crack, my mother’s head jerking to the side, her cheek turning red almost instantly. My breath hitched. The woman, tall and poised, sneered down at her. “You were nothing but a maid,” she spat. “A disposable thing. A convenience. He used you to give him an heir, and you failed. A daughter? Useless.”

“I'm your mother-in-law, and looking at it right now, I think I've made the biggest mistake of my life. If I had known that you were a barren woman, then I would never have allowed you to get married to my son.” “I'm not barren, mum.” I croaked, as her words slashed me straight in the heart. “Daniel and I just need more time…” “Don't you dare take my son's name in your mouth.” She spat again, causing me to flinch. “Daniel doesn't have a fault in this, it's all you. You're a barren woman and you're trying to push it down on my son. It's not going to work..” “But mum, you have to believe me….”

She had purchased it the previous day among the ‘card-is-unlimited items we do not need. I wiped the water from my face, barely able to keep up with the bizarre scene. “Mother, where is your dignity?” I asked. She paused, giving me a quizzical look. “Dignity? Oh, sweetie, I don’t have dignity. I’m just a fun mom, and I’m just thirty-four!” “You’re insane,” I muttered, still trying to shake the water from my hair. “Yep. This is Fun Mum!” She grabbed my arm and yanked me out of bed, ignoring my protests. “Come on, let’s do something fun. We’re having a barbecue today, and you’re going to help me with the grilling.”

“School threw me out, my father didn't want me, my stepmother dug my mother's grave, then tortured my dog, she drugged me and dragged me to a bar, called over a dozen men and said they wanted me serve them..." Speaking of which, Barbara Morris clenched her fists tightly and her nails were dug into her palm due to the force: "Fortunately, I escaped in the end. I know what moves men, I know that each one of them has something that made them her doormats and henchmen, I know their secrets, since each of them, they are the fathers of one of my friends, poison their daughters, threaten the minor clans with poison and death, forgetting that I can heal them, is not a very good art. - He said.

I sat with my knees pulled up against the soft leather seat, watching the trees blur past the tinted glass. "My mother," I spoke up, breaking the long silence inside the cab. "The woman who raised me... she was just a caregiver, wasn't she?" Noah turned his head away from the window, looking at me. "She was an old guard captain's sister. When the border raids hit twenty years ago, everything went to hell in a single night. Our mother was badly injured, and the estate was burning. The captain took you, handed you off to her, and told her to vanish into the lowlands until things settled. But the perimeter closed, the captain died in the woods, and we lost your trail."

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut