シングルマザー Novels & Stories

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

I conceded to their grins. “Thank you, Hale. We know no one can or would replace Jennifer. But the capacity for love is infinite. Good luck. You already have like twenty matches.” Suzie grinned. “Have fun, Dad. We’ll be out of your hair for a few hours. Heading to the movies.” Austin waved, wrapping an arm around his mate as they left me to look at this app. I scrolled through the profiles of the twenty women I was matched with. I wasn’t even sure where to begin. I stopped on a profile called EMomma. A single mother of two noted as new to Portland, nature lover, career-oriented, and creative.

She was a Marshall. A product of her mother's infidelity. Her own mother, and her real father had conspired the majority of this and were ready to see her hang to protect their good name. Going over her supposed father's head with the other towns men. It was her own true father who helped kill her. He had gotten away with it. He and several others escaped and went on to live full lives, and I vowed that I would wipe that particular strain of filth from the gene pool. "She's almost identical-"

“Perhaps you can help me bring them into the twenty-first century.” “To a world in which being a single mother isn’t a thing to be ashamed of, or a sign of immorality?” Evelyn brings her coffee mug to her lips, quirking an eyebrow. “It might take a long haul to get them here.” Marissa laughs and raises her cup in Evelyn’s direction. “You may be right. But I have to try.” “Well then,” Evelyn says, giving her a sunny smile. “Then I will promise not to bare my teeth and bite their heads off the next time I see them. I can give peace in this family another chance.”

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

] Mom gave a bitter smile and nodded toward the judge. Soon, dense transaction records filled the big screen. At a glance, almost all of them were from nightclubs, bars, and male escorts… Under the consumer's name, it clearly said Matilda. The crowd instantly exploded. [Damn, no wonder Matilda is so skinny. But it’s not from hunger, she’s been living a dirty life!] [This is hilarious. She spent all her money drinking and fooling around. Of course, she has nothing left to eat.] [I knew it. A philanthropist who treats outsiders so well. How could she possibly abuse her own daughter?]

Emily always had a smile whenever she came to wake him up for school every morning. Five years ago, she'd made a very tough decision to be a single mom, to bring the child of the man who had left her broken to this world. It was a tough start for her at first, as a struggling young woman. Then it became the best decision of her life. She focused on creating a better life for herself with her son as her motivation because she couldn't bring an innocent child to suffer.