What? My Love-stricken Mom Is Back Romane & Geschichten

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

“I am getting married to you because I love you and I want to live the rest of my life with you, “ he had said. I sat still, thinking about what he had just said. “ Do I love you too?” A gasp escaped through my mother's lips as she sauntered away, only to walk back in with two little kids. “They are mine?” They looked so perfect, so cute, that I couldn't believe it. “ You seem to be spending a lot of time in the hospital nowadays, mother, is there something you aren't telling us?” I swallowed. “ You know that I don't actually recall numerous things right now, and I am trying to, but it isn't easy…”

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

I murmur, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. Her fingers brush against the back of my neck. Light. Deliberate. “I looked around for you, my love. Where did you run off to?” she asks, like she’s rehearsed it. “I know we agreed—no phones—but it was urgent,” I say. “I’m sorry. But I’m back now. What'd I miss?” She nods once, then turns back to Mother. “Just…stuff.” Mother watches us like we’re the cover of some fairytale book she always wanted to write herself into. Her eyes are soft, approving. “You both just… work,” she says.

"It's not true. I didn't have a choice but to marry him, or he'd take them away from me. I didn't do it for his money. It's not true… is it? Maybe it's true, maybe I really am a gold digger. No, I love him, I really—" My panicked monologue was abruptly cut short by a joyous, youthful voice. "Mom! I'm back!!!" I nearly jumped out of my skin, my heart threatening to leap out of my chest. I instinctively turned off the screen of my phone, tossing it onto the chair, and desperately tried to regulate my breathing. He had returned too soon.

I couldn’t say if it was desperation to have my love or what, but whatever it was, it had worked out perfectly for me and I was going to use it to my advantage even more. “Isabella! You are back home.” Mom squealed as she pulled me into a hug after walking into the house. “Good evening, Mom.” My greeting was lackluster. “I see that you finally made it back home. I thought you were going to spend all of your time in that old man’s house. It's good to see that you have finally found some shame and come back home.” Dad hissed at me. “Come on Davies, stop yelling at the girl. She doesn’t need this from you right now. She is back home and that is all you should be concerned about.” Mom berated hi

She sighed and I could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at me. “I love you, Ana,” My mom said as she got up to peck me forward. I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear annoying voices around me and I knew I was back to where I was. Mom had sent me back to hell.

"Don't think that love isn't beautiful. It is a beautiful thing . It made you guys. You are one of the evidence that love is beautiful. But of course in this world if there is good , there is also bad and the bad thing about love is loving someone you shouldn't have. To the point that you become greedy and selfish because of loving someone too much. Even though your dad choose to be selfish I wouldn't hate him . If he returns? I will welcome him with my hands wide open" I couldn't understand why mom is telling us this. She's hurt but she is still talking positive about love. She still wants my dad back ? Why ?. We heard the front door opened. We all go out of the room and saw dad in the livi

"Boss, everything is fine. Mrs. Stone Sr. is reading at home." The man even sent a video of Teresa sitting calmly at her desk. I was stunned, wondering if she wasn't kidnapped at all. Billy sneered, kicking me in the abdomen. "You're vile. Still lying on your last breath?" Ignoring the tearing pain, I called Emily. "Is Mom back?" "She is," Emily replied. Relief hit me, but her following words shattered it.

said Mom, without negotiating with me. I was shocked and made the box I was holding down, "Oh Goddess shake. Mom?" I shouted in protest. My Mom smiled slightly "What? that's a fair choice, isn't it? I don't want to be in torment here without your dad. The Pack here is foreign to me until now. We go back to the Clay Pack and forget all the memories here, "said my Mom. I shook my head wistfully. "No. You're definitely not in torment. There, you already have Jeff by your side. Then what about me, huh? What about my lover and my life here? "I shouted, not to accept.