シングルマザー Novels & Stories

​My name is Jamie, and I’m a single mother. That’s my title now, but it doesn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is messy, and it starts with me, blinded by a selfish passion. I was with Larry, a man who was good, steady, and kind. He was my rock, but I was restless. When the baby’s father came along—he was fire, he was chaos—I burned my whole life down just to be near him . ​I cheated on Larry and became pregnant. I left him—the good man—for the baby’s father, convinced our reckless love was worth the wreckage. It wasn't. The moment the baby arrived, the father vanished, leaving me alone with the consequences and the crushing reality of what I’d done.

"Oh, honey." "I never had a real family." The tears were pouring faster now. "My parents died when I was five. Grandmother Caine tortured me for years. I've been alone basically my whole life. But this baby..." I touched my stomach. "This baby is mine. My family. Someone who will actually be mine." "You're really sure about this?" Bella sat down next to me on the bathroom floor. "Because being a single mom is hard. Really hard. And you have so much going on right now, the research, your parents' case, Nicholas, Alexander."

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON; Listening to Juliet recount her past, I realized pain and suffering can indeed come in forms far greater than my own. She had borne and raised her child entirely alone, abandoned by the father who should have been her partner in this journey. Worse still, the father wasn’t just any man—he was her handler, the CEO of the agency where she worked.

I could raise this baby in a world where they wouldn’t have to look over their shoulder, wouldn’t have to fear the wild, ruthless life of predators. “This baby... it’s his,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “My husband—ex-husband’s baby.” Dr. Shaw’s expression softened as she gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful mother. There are so many single mothers out there who raise strong, happy children. There are even support groups if you need them,” she added, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you. I’m a single mother too, and I understand how overwhelming it can feel at first. Raising a child alone isn’t easy, but trust me,

She trailed off, frowning as her gaze locked with mine, waiting for me to complete her words. “I'm a single mum," I supplied, smiling as I turned and headed over to my car, praying Willow wouldn't tug my ears off with her complaints, something I knew was coming. “Wow!” She rushed over to me, blocking my path before I could enter the car. “You are awesome, Nova! Not only are you a design goddess, but you effortlessly pulled off being a single mother. You make it seem easy!” She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling in admiration.

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

she whispered in my ear before pulling back with a discreet smile. Marcos might not know it, but he had a huge family that cared deeply for him. He whispered something to the boy, who grinned widely before shyly hiding his teeth. “Your son is beautiful,” I murmured to Carla, still watching the two exchange secrets. “He’s wonderful, but I couldn’t do it without these people,” she said, explaining what Marcos hadn’t last night. “Being a mom is already tough, but being a single mom? You have no idea. I’ve always worked away, but working and raising that little guy takes everything out of me. If it weren’t for the people in this town, I wouldn’t know how to survive a month, let alone five years.

Each small action reinforced the profound responsibility and joy of motherhood. Selene’s relationship with James had ended before the birth, and she was now navigating parenthood independently. The challenge of raising a child without his support was daunting, but it reinforced her resilience and self-reliance. She discovered strengths she hadn’t fully realized—the patience to soothe a crying baby, the organization to manage her schedule, and the emotional fortitude to confront challenges without succumbing to despair.

Fine, go ahead, get a restraining order against me, get a court summons as well, do everything he is doing but don't forget that no matter what happens, I am your mother” Benny stuttered. Her eyes welled up with tears and Sophia sneered “You're not my mother, I don't see you as one. I didn't suckle your breast,you didn't raise me, I feel no connection with you. I just woke up one day and was told you are my mother.