Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The realization that he had coerced my mother into submission with his connections left me feeling suffocated.

I used to think I was the product of love, but I eventually realized I was brought into the world against my will.

"However, married life wasn't what Hilda had envisioned. Jack revealed his true colors over time. He was not only greedy but also had an intense desire to control her. In such an environment, your mother's mental state deteriorated until, eventually..." Mr. Fraser's voice trailed off as if mourning that tragic past.

I closed my eyes, striving to calm my turbulent emotions. The roots of all this turned out to be intertwined in a twisted and complex web of love and hate.

"The most shameless part was that after Hilda became pregnant, Jack had no intention of treating her well."

Once Jack had lured my mother in with sweet words, he transformed into someone utterly different, exposing his darkest side.

How could a pregnant woman fight for her own life in such a situation?

Indeed, when a woman earnestly sought to build a life with a man, it gave the man the power to manipulate her completely.

"During that time, Hilda was often abused, yet Jack pretended to be working while having affairs and continuously cheating on her.

painting to ensure she could afford to eat

that moment, I realized my existence had brought so much trouble to my mother, causing her immense suffering. I knew Jack was unscrupulous, but

found out how he treated Hilda, but your mother, for your sake, chose not to. Instead, that scumbag had exploited her for more

my mother could paint, she gradually became

others to open an art gallery-not a true artistic haven, but a front for

if I had stumbled into a massive

clenched my fists, my nails nearly digging into my palms as a whirlwind of emotions surged within me: anger,

in the world of art, had been shackled by a single wrong choice, trapped

about the art gallery?" I tried to keep my

recounting the truth of those

dealings with some criminals. The numbers and names had nothing to do with 'art'-they were bare stark manifestations

unveiled unexpectedly, leaving one unprepared but unable to deny

moment, Hilda realized that she was not only

as though it were being ripped

to remain