Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 840:

She paused before speaking again.

“Allan, your mom gave me so many gifts today… I still can’t believe it. And since our marriage isn’t real, I feel guilty accepting all of it.”

Allan sat down beside Rachel, his expression thoughtful and distant as he began speaking in a soft voice.

“Rachel, there’s something about my mother I’ve never shared before. I never thought it was important, and honestly, she was absent from my life for so long. But with her presence now, I realize I should open up about it.”

Rachel gave him a gentle nod, her gaze full of understanding.

“I’m listening.”

gathering his

the divorce, I made countless attempts to visit her, hoping for some sign of love or care. I’ll never forget one birthday—my heart was aching with how much I missed her. All I wanted was to feel her arms around me, but when I found her, she wasn’t alone. She was with another man, her arm wrapped around his,

after school, I went to her again. She was pregnant, holding hands with her husband, walking casually through the

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have. Eventually, she begged me—over and over—to take her to find our mom. On her birthday, she cried uncontrollably, refusing to eat, not even touching her cake. I knew our dad couldn’t make it

that day still

new home. The gatekeeper wouldn’t let us in. Lizzie clung to the gate, her tiny fingers wrapped around the bars, pleading to see her. And then the rain started, pouring down as if the sky was mourning with us. Lizzie wouldn’t budge. We heard

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Her cries still haunt me. Through her tears, I can still hear her saying, ‘Is she really my mom? Having a mom must be so nice. I want a mom, too, but I’ll never have one. She’s someone