Amber“I'm so happy you're here, Mom. I can finally show you some of the things I got,” I said to her with a sweet smile, still hugging her. “I'm happy just knowing that you're doing well in your career. We women always have to wish each other the best, even more so when you're my daughter. Your success is mine too; if you win, I win too,” she said, looking at me with apparent pride. I swallowed hard. If I had a conscience? Of course, I did, but I was doing everything for her own good. Then I stood up and reached out to her. “Please come with me,” I asked her. She smiled beautifully at me and took my hand. “This place just keeps getting prettier,” she commented as I walked up the stairs with her. “This is my little corner, isn’t it? I have to keep it nice and cozy because I deserve it,” I responded by just verbalizing it. “It pleases me to know that you're okay despite everything,” she said, putting her arm around my shoulder and hugging me from the side, kissing me and pampering
NancyI almost couldn't believe the extent of the betrayal my own daughter put me through. One moment I was remembering the times she and I played with dolls, and the next, I saw her hard look as she closed the door and locked me inside her closet. It was there that I realized that everything was lost. Jake was right this whole time, but I insisted on being foolish. How did I let this happen..? Tears fell into my eyes as I was bent over the floor holding the door, my limbs trembling as if I were cold, despair washing over me as I realized that I had simply screwed up. All the plans that Jake and I exchanged, everything we came up with so that I could get rid of the Mortons, so I could have my happiness once and for all, have all gone down the drain now because of the decision I made. What a wrong decision. Why did I have to ignore the many signs that my daughter always gave me over the years? All those red flags that she gave through her behavior, but I decided to sweep everything
JakeWhen I got home that night, I had high expectations that I would find Nancy there waiting for me, as had happened on the days we were together. As soon as I entered the house with a bouquet of red chocolate roses in my hands, I called out to her. “Honey, I'm here,” I said out loud, expecting her to come to me and give me that hug as good as the one she usually gives me, but this time I got silence in response. “Babe? Where are you?" I called once again, entering the apartment with caution and fear. Of course, I was scared that my biggest fear of these last few days would happen. My relationship with Nancy hadn't been easy from the beginning; she had been hurt a lot in her old relationship, which ended up leaving her vulnerable and with low self-esteem, enough to be suspicious of anything and never really give in. She always had concerns to deal with. Which ended up making me nervous and afraid that she would decide to leave forever. When she looked at me and smiled beautifully
Nancy“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc. “Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy. “Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon. “You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said. I
Nancy“So does this mean that Ford Buildings was unable to meet the schedule for the first phase of the investment? It's time to cut off their funding then,” I heard my husband say as he came up the stairs and walked down the hall to our bedroom. After dinner, the men of the house always had a conversation by the fireplace while drinking wine and then retiring to their rooms; today was no different. I was nervous because I didn't know how Bruce would react when he saw the surprise I prepared for him. After dinner, I had rushed to tidy the room. “Ha, no that, McCoy. Morton Investment didn't become the best in the region by doing charity and being condescending. I demand that you defund these fucking idiots by tomorrow!” He was shouting into his cell phone, but he stopped in surprise as soon as he opened the door and found red rose petals scattered across the floor and on the large bed, contrasting with the milky white sheets, a table with champagne, chocolate, and even a decorative c
Nancy“This is a disaster,” said my father-in-law as he paced the living room with his hands on his hips and a dismayed expression on his face. My scream had woken everyone in that house, so now my father-in-law, his wife, Bruce, and I were in the living room to see what we were going to do with the whole situation. “As a prestigious family that we are, we have a reputation to uphold in this city, so a cheating scandal could very well ruin our name,” said the man, basically worried about the family business. “It’s not that deep, Dad. We're fucking billionaires; these bastards would still lick our balls under any circumstances,” said Bruce, clicking his tongue. He was sitting next to me on the couch, relaxed with his legs apart as always, shaking one of his legs like he was a little annoyed at being caught. I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witne
Nancy“Is this serious, mom? Are you seriously going to leave Dad and me and go away?” asked my son as soon as he entered the room. I was packing my suitcase to leave. “Oh, son,” I said, going over to him and hugging him tightly. “I'm sorry you're facing this difficult time. I'm really sorry, my dear…”“You don’t have to leave, Mom,” he pleaded. “Stay with us.”“Unfortunately, I have to go,” I said to him, caressing his face. “Are you going to leave me here alone?” He asked. I shook my head, feeling my saddened heart. “You can come with me, Peter,” I suggested, and he moved away from me. "No! You have to stay here and not leave. Do not be selfish. Who will take care of me? It’s not fair for a mother to abandon her child,” he said, and I felt accusation in his words. “It was your father who told you to say those things, right?” I asked, stepping back. “Yes, and he is right, but you still want to leave me alone here. I hope you suffer, you bitch!” he shouted and ran out of the roo
NancyThere was a bus stop five hundred meters from the Morton property. I always looked at that empty and little-used place whenever I was in my husband's family's private car heading into the city to do everyday things like shopping or going to my schoolchildren, and today I dragged my suitcase to that bus stop and sat there waiting for public transport to show up. But where was I going? It didn't take long for me to realize the difficulty I was going to face, in having a place to go. Where was I going? What would I do from now on? I realized that I was so comfortable in my marriage that I never thought about myself individually. How would I survive a divorce? I was a thirty-eigth-year-old woman who had practically never worked in my life, as I had spent half my life taking care of my husband and children. But now that I was separating, how was I going to survive in this world alone? By the time I left the Morton house, I hadn't even stopped to think about it. I just desperately wa