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.

she could afford to eat healthily

I realized my existence had brought so much trouble to my mother, causing her immense suffering. I knew Jack

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

mother could paint, she gradually became Jack's source

had partnered with others to open an art gallery-not a

head felt hot as if I had stumbled into

digging into my palms as a whirlwind of emotions

art, had been shackled by a single wrong choice, trapped

to keep my voice steady, but the turmoil within me was hard

sighed and continued recounting the truth of those

She stumbled upon records of Jack's dealings with some criminals. The

is often unveiled unexpectedly, leaving one unprepared

Hilda realized that she was not only a victim but could also

heart felt as though it were being ripped apart. My mother's strength

remain silent