Mère Célibataire Novels & Stories

Her name was Scarlet Hart, and that’s it! Initially, Margaret was worried when the news circulated that Sabrina was a single mom, but they didn’t expect that most people nowadays were so proud of single mothers! Aside from that, Brandon was praised for being kind to his daughter despite getting pregnant without a husband. Who would have thought it turned that way?

Although marrying should not be part of her plan, meeting Caleb again ruined her resolve to stay single until the children were all grown up. “That… I don’t know. I’m not sure. It’s just a thought. You know, I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like.” Sierra may sound weak against the children, but knowing how they grew up without spending much time with their mothers made her sad. Her sisters wouldn’t want their children to grow up without a mother figure like how the three of them were raised only by their father.

"Yes, I know the father. I just don't know where things stand with him and I at the moment." The nurse hums and purses her lips almost in disapproval. She clinks the inside of her cheek as well. It's not like single mothers are a new concept in this country. Women have been raising children on their own for the longest of times. Sure having a man around might be helpful, but not everyone has that luxury. My own dad died and mom was on her own with me, and I turned out okay for the most part. Well if you remove the who college romance bit, then I'm okay. At least I care about people, and am not a narcissistic asshole or something.

She snapped. Roland sighed and ruffled his hair. “If you have no shame, at least have some dignity. You're a single mother whom no one knows who your husband or the father of your daughter is. Stop following single young men and look for someone of your status.” She spat and Annabel gasped. “Mum, you're going too far!” Roland yelled.

She crossed her arms and looked at Etiennette with a smirk on her face. She muttered, "That b*tch said that her mother was her only family member. It's a miracle that a woman from a rural village managed to send her all the way to university. I think her mother must be involved in some shady businesses. Think about it. It must be lonely to live as a widow. If you can be happy and earn money simultaneously, then why not?' "Shut up!" At this moment, Etiennette suddenly turned around and glared at Natalie.

“He left me, mom. I'm sure he rejected me because I cannot give him the life he needs. Who is going to love a mother of three? My life is miserable, Mom. No one will ever love me with my three kids. “Don't ever say that Jane, you are a beautiful young woman. Any man who leaves you because of your kids is not the man for you, I know you feel lonely right now but very soon, the man for you will come. Stop drinking and crying; it is not going to help. “Mum for five years I've not given any man any chance in my life and the one time I tried to give someone a chance, he left me for another woman. “Stop crying, Jane; you will wake up with swollen eyes tomorrow morning. Are the kids sleeping?

"So, you're a single mom now?" Mirabel's pause was brief, her gaze locking onto the reporter. "Yes, I am a single mom and I am proud of it. And let me tell you something very important that you all need to know, single moms are the strongest women on earth. When the father doesn't want to take responsibility, we leave them and raise our child on our own. As you all know, there are many irresponsible fathers out there." The room erupted into a flurry of gasps and murmurs. The reporter who had asked the question sat down, his face red, lost for words. Mirabel's gaze never wavered, her expression unapologetic.

“Do you still like me?” She suddenly asks. Louis was surprised by her bold question. “Yes. I do.” He said without any hesitation. “Why?” Rosa had thought before, she was married and also have two children. She also lives alone with her daughter, no man will want a woman like her. She had known this since her mother was like that too. Her mother never remarried; it is because her mother had a child. Sometimes she saw her mother got hit on other men, but they lost interest when they found out she had a child.

If they did the job and pulled it off, she would have all the money she would ever need, but she’d be alone. Her father had left her and her mother when she was six, never to be seen nor heard from again. Her mother was a drug addict who had contracted HIV from sharing needles and died from complications of the disease. Plus, Margo was an only child. She had been married twice, but neither one of those relationships had worked out. Margo continued her morning power walk on Sunset Boulevard, a plush neighborhood where material possessions were looked at with admiration and respect. A black SUV pulled up into the Peterson’s driveway. She had seen the vehicle at that residence before, and she k