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Fresh humiliation crashes over me again. A broken sound escapes my throat. I quickly grab my phone with shaky hands and dial the only person I want right now. Mama. The call barely rings twice. “Aurora?” my mother answers immediately. And just hearing her voice destroys me. “Mama...” My voice cracks. “I can’t do it.” “What happened? Aurora? Are you hurt?” I shake my head even though she can’t see me. “No,” I whisper. “I just... I can’t do this.”

My mom, who was still carried away with emotions, spoke. "Mama, be patient," my father and I said tried to calm my mother. "Listen, Honey, you never gave birth. So you never feel how broken a mother's heart is when ..." "Darling, stop feeling the most suffering in this world. If you keep comparing your life with other people's lives, you will only feel that you are suffering the most in this world. I am her father. Even though I never gave birth, but my heart is broken too. but did you know if we keep on maintaining broken hearts, we will also be broken. Life goes on. You can't regret what has passed. Arga's parents have come all the way from Brazil with good intentions." My dady continued t

making everyone look towards our table And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don'

"If you thought you fixed me by leaving me there all by myself, then you are wrong... you didn't fix Mom... You left me broken..." __________________________

"Just... don't." I walked to our children, gathering them close, their small arms wrapping around me like anchors in a storm. They didn't understand what was happening, but they knew their mother's heart was breaking. The pancakes grew cold on the counter. Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked, marking the moment our perfect world shattered. And I knew, with terrible certainty, that this was only the beginning. The morning sun still shone through our windows, but its warmth couldn't reach the frozen wasteland of my heart. Everything looked the same, but nothing would ever be. Would our love survive this? Or would Martha Taylor and her son, Max's son be the thing that finally broke us?

“I’m happy, mom. I’m finally happy. But, you know, you were right about something. The title… It brings misery no poor man would get to know. Just when I thought my life was finally coming together, having found two amazing mates and even having a son, it all went to shit in a blink of an eye. My family is being threatened, I’m facing more issues with the giants than ever before, and mom, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t have anyone to ask advice to, so that’s why I’m bothering you.” By the time I was finished with my rant, tears filled my eyes and I barely held back from crying. Was this how mental breakdown felt? Was this the same feeling a completely broken man had to experience?

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

"A safeguard against the strength of their love. If they chose each other above all else, their bond would be unbreakable. But if doubts crept in, the pendant would shatter, symbolizing the fragility of their relationship." I clutched the broken half tighter. "So, the fact that it's broken now..." Morana interrupted, "Means your love is being tested. But it also means there's hope. If you can find the other half and mend it with genuine intent, your bond can still be saved." "But why can't I remember any of this?" I questioned, feeling overwhelmed. "Why does it feel like I'm hearing a fairy tale?" She gave a sad smile. "Because, dear Elain, your memories were sealed."