After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 30

Others also stood up and left.

"Zoey, we're heading out now."

Someone muttered under their breath, but their words reached my ears clearly.

"Does she even have the nerve to go against Sara? Doesn't she know she's the one who stole someone else's man?"

"Jealous, obviously! Sara's beautiful and accomplished. What does she have?"

"She makes trouble for Sara, and in the end, it's her husband who goes to comfort Sara. How stupid!"

Their mocking laughter faded into the distance, leaving the large private room eerily quiet.

Alone, I let out a faint, bitter chuckle and poured myself another glass of liquor. I drained it in one gulp.

To be honest, Sara wasn't entirely wrong-I hadn't been to those places.

But I knew she was lying.

Because of my mother.

I wasn't born without parents.

My mother was a doctor with Médecins Sans Frontières, stationed in war zones.

In those days, for a woman to work abroad while her husband stayed behind to raise their child was unthinkable.

Neighbors would sneer and taunt, saying:

"Your mother doesn't want you anymore!"

I clenched my fists and fought to defend myself, protecting what little pride I had, only to face even harsher ridicule.

Mother frequently sent letters stamped with exotic postmarks, recounting her work and life in detail, often accompanied by photographs.

Whenever my father read her letters to me, I would envision the heroic image of a brilliant doctor.

She once told me:

the real world is vast. You must see it for yourself. Broaden your horizons, and only

in the line of

colleagues at the hospital managed to recover only her ID

she had risked her life to protect, there was a photograph of me-taken

action"

love the limelight never

my mother, but her

Document and experience the world

then will you know what

old camera, its weathered body and

some lingering warmth of

relic,

hands, I let my tears slip through my

miss

The next morning.

pounding headache

open my eyes, recognizing

had no recollection of how I

throat, I noticed Jackson

you behave as

I turned and walked toward

desk

voice hoarse as

Jackson smirked coldly.

it to

My breath caught.

"What did you say?"

disdainful smile tugging at

you tell her to take

roar filled

given my mother's

slipped from my hand and shattered. I lunged at him,

collar, shouting hysterically:

dare you touch my