CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

As our life together progressed, I couldn't ignore the tension between Nick and his mother. Despite her initial disapproval of our relationship, I had hoped that she would come around and accept our love, but it seemed like she was still struggling with it.

One day, after a particularly heated argument with his mother, Nick came to me, his fists clenched and his eyes dark with anger. "I can't take it anymore," he said. "I need to confront her and tell her how I feel."

I understood his frustration, but I also worried about the potential consequences of such a confrontation. "Nick, are you sure about this? It could make things worse."

But Nick was resolute. "I need to do this, for us. I can't keep pretending that everything is alright when it's not."

So, the next day, Nick arranged a meeting with his mother. He spoke calmly but firmly, explaining how much I meant to him and how he couldn't imagine his life without me. He also expressed his disappointment and hurt at his mother's constan