I'm Ready To Be A Single Mother Original Mga Nobela at Kwento

Don't worry, I will marry that woman who is already a single mom. I made sure to emphasize his mistake in the text. Fucking hell. He just wanted me to marry a single mom. Isn't that insane? If only I could resist him. If only I didn't spend most of my time looking for that woman then maybe, I wouldn't have to do this. It has been fucking years. The score had passed yet I can't find that woman. "Detour, Theo. Leave me here. I will just give you a notice when to come and pick me---"

All this question kept springing up in my mind and I felt dizzy, I had to stop my mind from thinking and just enjoy my motherhood for now. We were discharged 3 days later and not a single person came calling, I wasn't surprised though because I became a loner after I met Donald, he was the only one I needed. I was simply a fool lost in love. I did not call Donald or inform him about my delivery. I just wanted to spend some time alone with my baby without thoughts of what the future held, it was just pure bliss alone with her we bonded and I felt powerful enough to conquer any obstacle on our way. When Sarah was three months old I hired a nanny so I could resume work. In the second month of m

A Nobody • • • • • "You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

From the moment I took my first breath, my life had been mapped out by my mother. My only purpose was to be a pawn in a pack alliance, a bride with a price tag. I tried to fight it once. The price was my mother's cold fury and days locked in a dark room, the weight of my family's expectations crushing me. "Pipe dreams! Your path was set long ago. You don't get a choice!" I don't know what my mother did to forge the mate bond between Eric and me, but I knew it wasn't natural. The first time I met Eric, I saw the rejection in his eyes.

She loved to do things on her own without involving others. The few people that knew her were just her children's nanny and her workplace and now, more people were already beginning to know her which she hated already. If this continued to go on, she was scared that Bill would find out about the children. He would find out the fact that she was a single mom with six children which were also his children through Sammy.

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

She sits next to me and takes my hands in hers. "As you know, we moved from Italy years ago to live here because your mother wanted it. What we're going to tell you isn't easy to digest," my father responds, taking a deep breath and looking at my mother, who nods at him to continue. "I met your mother when you were six months old. Your real mother was named Katherina Carluccio. She was my first wife." My brain takes a moment to process what my father has just confessed. I look at my mother to make sure what I heard is true, and when I see her face full of tears, I immediately release her hands.

“Complicated? Or irresponsible? Did you even know who the father was?” A sharp gasp came from gallery. My uncle muttered something under his breath that sounded like a threat. I lifted my chin. “I know exactly who Gabe’s father is,” I said. “And the circumstances were complicated. That doesn’t make me a bad mother.” Kara opened her mouth again, but I cut her off. “And for the record,” I added, “being a single mother doesn’t make me unfit. Working two jobs doesn’t make me unfit. Caring for my grandmother doesn’t make me unfit. It makes me responsible.”

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.

“Didn’t you hear? The girl said her mom made her drink chili water!” Mom stepped back and shook her head. “I didn’t! I just wanted to see my daughter. “Jane, don’t you want me anymore? “You’re the baby I carried for ten months. I was a first-time mom, so I made a lot of mistakes. Can’t you forgive me?” Her words drew sympathy from all the mothers around her. They said, “No matter what she did, she’s still the child’s mother. She won’t hurt her child.” I cried even louder.