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Aunt Emma: Tell me what Ava said is real? Please! Please! I’ve waited for this day forever. Aunt Connie: You were at Noah’s house yesterday? I groan louder this time. “Dammit.” “What?” Noah asks, lowering himself onto the bench beside me. “Your mother has a big mouth,” I mutter, my shoulders slumping. His brows knit together in confusion, so I turn my phone and show him the screen. I expect a frown, anger, or at least irritation, but instead, he smiles, and a low chuckle slips past his lips.

“I don’t see what that has to do with me, the last time I checked, he didn’t consider me his daughter” A sob tore from her mother’s throat but Ava doesn’t pay any attention to her. It’s like she had switched off all her feelings leaving nothing behind but a cruel familiarity. She moved towards the door but then stopped. “Where is my son?” “At mom’s house” Travis answered. His eyes drilling into her. She sighed. “Looks like you’ll get that talk after all” “I’ll drive you” I offered This earns me a frown from Emma but she’s got to understand. No matter my difference with Ava, she was still Noah’s mother and she is hurt. Not forgetting that she was my wife.

As he stood in the living room with Rhodes, the rest of the Carnell’s family sat on the couches, and for a while, no one said a word. Then Mr. Carnell darted his gaze off Noah and eyed Rhodes, asking, “And you are?” “He’s my father. Unfortunately, my mother could not be here. She is back at home, in the countryside.” Noah cut in, and the fact that he did cuased Mr. Carnell’s face scrunch into a grimace in disapproval.

Fifteen men died saving my sister Serena from a fire. My mother said Serena’s life had been saved at the cost of fifteen lives. We couldn’t put her through any more pain. But the debt our family owed still had to be paid. So my mother put it in my name. When one of their families needed help with a family event, Mom made me give up my weekend for them. When another family needed my professor’s recommendation, Mom made me give it to them. When a third family needed a kidney, Mom made me give them mine. She always said, “This is a debt we owe them. Serena isn’t strong enough, so you’ll pay it for her.” A month after surgery, I came home for Thanksgiving. Before I could enter the house, Mom for

“I said we haven’t, and that’s the goal. But this is a revolution, A. And it means a lot to a lot of people.” Slowly, Ava made her way back around the couch to sit next to Noah. Now that he’d completely dropped his front, she felt as if their real conversation had only just begun. “So, is that the reason for your mom’s visit?” She asked. His obsidian eyes slid shut as he nodded, “I’ve been…slacking on my end. She wanted to find out why.” “And either…how did you put it? Recruit me or get me out of the way?”

“If there is anything we need to know, I would rather hear it from you.” There was a time, not long ago, when I would have danced around this. Tried to protect something that wasn’t even stable anymore. Said half truths just to keep the peace. I don’t feel like doing that now. “I’m not with Noah,” I say. The words sit between us. My mother studies me, her gaze steady. “Not anymore?” “No.” A pause. Then she nods once, like she’s filed that away. “Alright.” That’s it. No follow up. No interrogation.

Adrian said, his voice softening as he walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, helping Noah adjust. “How are you feeling?” “I’m fine, Dad,” Noah replied, but then his expression shifted, his small face tightening. “She threw all my medicine away. I tried to tell you… but you didn’t listen.” The words landed heavier than they should have, Adrian felt a flicker of guilt. “I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t know. She thought you were better… that you didn’t need them anymore.” Noah stared at him for a second, then asked quietly— “Dad… are you sure she’s my mother?”

"That woman is your mother-in-law, but look at how badly you've tortured her! She's my daughter and Connor's foster mother! How can you refuse to repent and continue insulting her? You're a horrible woman!" Ruby's face turned pale instantly. Connor had told her once before that he had a foster mother who was only three years older than he was. She always thought it was a kind of kink. That was why when Connor claimed that I was his mother, she refused to believe it and was sure that I was just a slutty vixen. She never expected all of this to be true.

Sayla persuaded again. "Isn't that true? If not, why should you care what other people say? You don't care about what I want either, do you?" Noah sneered at his mother's whining. "Noah, I only want what's best for you, son. Zara is a good woman, she is perfect. She's the complete opposite of that damn woman." Mrs. Sayla was still comparing Zara to Grace, so Noah was too lazy to continue this boring conversation. "Mom, I'm so busy. You'll just go home," he said gruffly and then stood up to leave for his own office.

"I got hurt too, Naomi—" I averted my gaze and brought Samuel away. "Escort him out, security. Don't let unrelated people into the company again." … Yohan made Julian come for me again. Perhaps he was trying to use my motherly love for Julian to keep me around, but I was no longer the same person I was. "Stop coming to find me, boy. Your father and I have already divorced—I am no longer your mother," I said. Julian immediately turned anxious when he heard how I addressed him. "I want to eat your dark cuisines, Mommy. I want you to tell me bedtime stories and hug me to sleep."