Real Mom Real Son 소설 & 이야기

Ad-ele said hesitantly. I frowned over at her. "I fucking know what it means, but Adele, whoever this woman was...even if she just let them borrow her womb, she is still my mother." "Liam," Adele said, her voice gentle. She even breached the space between us, placing her small, soft hand on my shoulder. "Liam, listen to me. It doesn't fucking matter who this woman is. The mom you had growing up is your real mom. Even though she died, that doesn't change."

She exclaimed. "Have you seen a lion falling for a deer?" Mom asked, thinking about the pack instead of her son’s happiness. I grabbed her hand before speaking, "I’m sure you can train her, Mom. Don’t forget that she is your son’s love. The same son whose relationship is not great with you for killing his father," I said, to which Mom’s eyes widened, not expecting me to know this. "I know, Mom," I mumbled. "I didn’t kill him for no reason," Mom started explaining.

" He doesn't, don't close your eyes to the truth Mom, he's your husband I understand but from today I've ended whatever relationship we have, I'm not his son, he's not my father,” " Cole! What are you saying?” My Mom asked in worry, " I'm only saying the truth, nobody can do what he did to me just because he has the power to, if there's no hate in their heart. So I wish him good luck getting another son,” “ But…” " Please mom, I don't wanna talk about it, I just want to be alone,” I said. “ Okay," she said with a sigh before she kissed my cheek… “ I love you,"

Even the neighbors came out to see what was going on. Eventually, they gave in, and the four of us later went on a hike. That was when they all tried to push me off a cliff. I grabbed my son’s leg and held on tight. I begged him to save me for all the years I had raised him. However, he looked down at me with disgust and angrily told me the truth. “You’re not my real mom. Your baby girl died when she was born. My real mom was too weak to take care of me, so they gave me to you.

I try to fit in, but it’s hard when every part of me is screaming to get out of here. “Damon,” Mom calls, pulling my attention back to the present. She gestures at the man in the suit, with whom she has just started a conversation. “This is Mr. X, or so he says,” she says with a grin. They both do, as if this is some inside joke that only the two of them understand. “And Mr. X, this is my son, Damon. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.”

Ch-4 --------------------- Mom: "Thinking about your lying, cheating father, I then look at you, my loving, strapping son. Given my age, I realize that I would be a fool to turn down what might be my last chance at having that second child that I always dreamed about."

He climbed to his feet, shaking off the occasional drip here and there, as he smiled at Mom. “Come now, Duncan. If you can call Cian by his name, certainly you can do the same for me?” Mom’s eyes twinkled as she teased him. His cheeks grew pink. “I’ll try. It just feels wrong—almost disrespectful. You’re the queen!” “How about Mom then? Would that be easier?” She reached out and brushed his hair out of his eyes. “You’re mated to my daughter. That makes you my son. An excellent bonus son, in my opinion.”

Take your son and get out of my life! Willa looked up as well. A look of malicious triumph was plastered across her face. "Janice, did you hear that? Sean is my son, and I'm his real mother! You've raised him all these years, but now, it's time for him to return to his real family!" Though Sean didn't fully understand, hearing "real mother" and that the house belonged to Connor, he joined in, "Get out now! This is Dad's and Ms. Larsen's house! You're not my mom!"

The two of them had faked Dylan's kidney failure diagnosis and pushed me straight into hell. Hearing that, my parents froze where they stood. "Curtis was your brother! How could you do something like this to him?" My mother rushed forward like she had lost her mind and slapped Dylan across the face. It was as if she had forgotten this was the son she had cherished for years, the one who still had a fresh incision on his abdomen. Dylan clutched his stomach in pain as blood seeped through his fingers. My father saw it, but all he did was point at Dylan and start yelling.

"Aaron, did you get this wrong? Isn't Chloe your girlfriend?" Aaron frowned immediately, irritation obvious on his face. "Chloe and I just grew up together. How could she possibly be my girlfriend?" "The one I actually like is the real daughter of the Brooks family, Yvonne. Everyone misunderstood before because Chloe kept imagining things." "And look at her now, wearing another knockoff version of Yvonne's dress. Fake things will always be fake. I only like the real deal." He looked at Yvonne affectionately. "Yvonne, will you be my girlfriend?"