Mom Jerks Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Where are we going?” Jeremi jumped up, seeming very excited. “We’re going to the theme park! The big monster says he’s going to take us there! Daniel could no longer hold it in and pretended to be angry as he softly said, “How many times have I told you not to call me a big monster, you little rascal?” “What should I call you then?” Jeremi let go of his hand and stuck his tongue out. “You really are a big monster.” Daniel massaged his temples, saying to himself in his mind not to fault his son for something so trivial.

Can't believe my son can cross such heights of sins! " Mom, please " he was saying but I showed him my palm while saying " Don't mom me! Are you even hearing yourself Maverick? How could you do this? Are you even my son? Just look at me. You made a huge joke out of me in front of that girl. Here I spent years blaming that poor innocent girl when it was you all the time who was at fault in the first place! Apart from that, she suffered in an unwanted relationship! "

"He's in some gang! That scum!" "Calm down and speak with sense." Madam Jewel spoke firmly, not liking where this conversation was heading. Throwing his grandmother a hard look, Josh scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiance and letting out, "Mr. Fangio had been up my ass this morning, mad on the phone and frustrated, blaming me for shit!!" "Why would your wife's father get pissed off at you?" Dean questioned further, not understanding what his son was getting at. Silently, madam Jewel watched closely as she took another drink of her tea, furrowing her brows when she noticed Josh's expression changing drastically.

" After she heard that, Mom's expression looked particularly unpleasant. She trembled as she stood up and, using all her strength, slapped Jeremy across the face. "You quack! Didn't you say it would be okay? Didn't you say we should trust you, that she would definitely survive? "Did you do this on purpose? Did you?" she yelled. Jeremy was stunned for a moment by Mom's shouting. Then, after he touched his swollen cheek, he got angry. He yelled back loudly, "She's not even Rhea! Right now, you should care about whether your real daughter Rhea's kidney transplant was successful!" Mom trembled all over and kept shaking her head. She said with despair, "Do you still not… still not know?"

I had not seen him angry this way before. I froze in place, trying to digest his words that seemed too heavy to bear. "What do you mean, Jeremy?" I asked, eyes widened. "I am not a kid, Amaya! Your father killed my mum on that very day. I will never forget that!" Jeremy repeated, assurance in his voice. I was startled by his words. Jeremy could not play such a prank on me. He seemed to be sure of what he was saying but still, I didn't know why my father should kill his mum. Or could this be a mix-up? Or maybe my father has a striking resemblance with the killer?

He seriously replied to his father. Rick almost choke, he wanted to tell his son everything, to come clean with all their mistakes and he would take all the blame. "James, I'm so sorry son, this is all my fault." the old man said while looking straight to his eyes, his trembling hand touches his hand across the table.

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

“I just had a little work to discuss beforehand with your uncle, Kimbeerly. I'm fine and on the mend at the moment so I went here.” Kimbeerly nodded in understanding. “I heard from your uncle that you managed to get one client to cooperate with your project. Is that true?” Kimbeerly held back a smile with a hesitant nod. “There was a slight glitch before but it worked out.” Jeremy smiled. “My son has done a lot for himself and a lot of people. I'm proud of you, son.” Kimbeerly nodded, “Thanks, Dad.” “I want to tell you something, Kimbeerly.”

Right before I fainted, I heard Maverick say, "Mr. Jones, meet your grandson. Jeremy, say hi to your grandfather." "Out of my way, you shameless bastards! How dare you raise your hands against my daughter? I won't let any of you off the hook!" I struggled to open my eyes and met Dad's worried gaze. My grievance reached its peak as I choked out, "Dad, they tried to kill me."

I never imagined that on my way to surprise my son, his girlfriend would mistake me for his mistress—lock me in a basement, and torture me for an entire day. Elara had just graduated middle school—top of her class, sharp as a whip and twice as headstrong. To celebrate, I planned a small getaway: just the three of us. Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe.