The Mother I Could Have Been Mga Nobela at Kwento

But not from Esmeralda. From Celeste. Mother: I saw your television appearance. That was humiliating. Have you lost all dignity? I stare at the message. Type back: Yes. I lost my dignity when I lost her. Now I'm just trying to get both back. Mother: You're pathetic. She's never coming back to you. Accept it and move on. Mev I can't. And I won't. Tomorrow I'm seeing her. And I'm going to fix this. Mother: You're delusional.

I know you're strong and tough,”My mother paused to catch a breath. “However, you're not strong than the poison, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you now that we are free from Fernando, Abraham.I can't afford to lose you my love.I don't know what I can do without you because you're my strength.Please don't leave me.You promised to be with me even when things are tough and now is the time to prove it.You have to fight the poison, Abraham.You must!”My mother said in confidence and looked Alpha straight in the eyes.

I needed answers. “I am your mother, Becca. Just calm down, you will be fine. We are helping you.” This woman that framed herself as my mom kept talking. Truthfully, I could scent her. She scented just like my mother and I hated it. I wished I could set myself free and rip her head apart.

“Do you even know I can't get pregnant, Mother?“ I asked, voice cracking. “There was nothing that could make me hold onto that marriage anymore. So if you think I did something wrong by letting go of it, you're mistaken. I have nothing else to say to you“ I moved, brushing past mother but then, she reached out for my wrist. I couldn't look her in the eye and she couldn't do same with me. With both of us staring straight ahead, she asked. “Are you happy now? With this new marriage of yours, I mean“ I nod, “I didn't know it was possible to be this happy. It feels like a dream“ “That's a good thing then“ “It is“ I glanced down at Mother's hands on my wrist. “You can let go off me now“ She lets

"The 'Terrorist' is gone. The loose ends of the past years are finally buried under the reservoir. Now, stop playing with that letter opener and sit down. We have a press conference to prepare for. You are about to become the most sympathetic widow in the country." "You... you killed them," Mother rasped, her voice trembling with a fury so potent it seemed to be the only thing keeping her upright. She lunged forward, her frail hands clawing at Vincenzo’s lapels. "You killed my little bird! You killed my Catrina!" Vincenzo shoved her back with a cold, effortless disdain. Mother stumbled, and I caught her, my arms wrapping around her thin, boney shoulders. The scent of hospital antiseptic and

I'm a Queen and can influence millions of lives. “I don’t care about your version of perfection.” Mother said with a hard tone. I tense up to see the hard lines in her face and the bland look of death and revenge she evokes. There was no trace of the mother I used to know, the woman here was her in looks but dead in spirit. “What are you saying mama?” “I want my revenge.”

Even I, who had witnessed his coldness before, was shocked by his callousness. Ethan's mother suddenly broke free from those comforting her. She lurched forward, her face ravaged by grief, and grabbed my father's sleeve with such force that the fabric tore. Her scream was primal, a sound of pure maternal anguish: "Give me back my son!" Tears and mascara streamed down her face. "You monster, why did you have to show up? Why couldn't you just stay away?"

“Felix, shall we make a bet on who’s going to die today?” They had made a fool of my mom to such an extent. I would definitely make them pay for this! “Beatrice, don’t do anything foolish. If we just apologize, they’ll let us go. “If I just beg, if I just call myself a worthless woman, they won’t target you anymore. “Be good, Beatrice. Let me handle this. I’ll protect you.” My mom was emotionally unstable. It was as if she had been gaslighted for so long that she had developed a trauma response.

"He’s your son! How could you do this? It’s... it’s sick." "He stopped being my son the moment he signed my death warrant," he replied, his eyes turning into chips of black ice. He stood up, towering over me, his powerful physique a testament to the brutal discipline he’d used to rebuild his life. "He’s a weak, sniveling squatter in a house built on my blood. He failed to protect you, and he failed to kill me. Now, he’s just a ghost in a suit, and you’re the woman who belongs to the man he tried to murder."

She'd changed a lot, and it seemed like life hadn't exactly been smooth sailing for her. "Ruth." I had mixed feelings when I heard her address me as her mother. I didn't know what else I could say. "Mom, I'm sorry." Ruth looked anxious. She fell to her knees before me and kept apologizing. "I know I was wrong, Mom. How have you been over the years? Do you still hate me? I know I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. "Vivian's a horrible woman! Not only did she trick Dad, but she even tried to sell me to human traffickers! I was too young to know any better. Mom, can you please forgive me?"