“Was it really for me? Or for yourself? Only you know the answer to that.”
I picked up my suitcase and walked out. “Owen, did you really think that you covered your tracks so perfectly? The police aren’t
blind. You’d better prepare yourself.”
As I reached the door, I ran into Luca, who had just returned home. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
But his excitement instantly faded when he saw my luggage. “Mom, where are you going? Aren’t you going to marry Dad?”
Like father, like son. Even their words were precisely the same.
I let out a mocking laugh.
Luca panicked when I didn’t respond. He wrapped his small arms around my leg. “Mom, why aren’t you saying anything? Are you
leaving? Take me with you, okay?”
I pushed him away. “I am not your mother. Don’t you remember? You said that your mother was Vivian, not me!”
He froze for a few seconds, then burst into tears. “No, Mom! I didn’t mean that! I said the wrong thing!”
Looking at his tear–streaked face, I felt a sharp ache in my chest. This was the child I had longed for–the baby I had carried for
seven months before bringing into the world. And yet, he had treated me like that.
I steeled my heart and shoved him away. “Don’t call me ‘Mom‘. I don’t want to acknowledge you as my son.”
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His cries echoed behind me as I rushed into the car.
I couldn’t forgive Owen or Luca. That was why, even after losing my memory, I still rejected them so strongly.
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Owen tried bringing Luca to visit me two more times but I refused to meet them. Then, months later, the police uncovered Owen’s involvement in Vivian’s death, which led to his arrest.
Because his methods had been too cruel, he was sentenced to death.
With no one left to care for Luca, he called me, asking me to take him in. I refused and contacted Owen’s family.
Owen’s mother adored Luca, so she took him in without hesitation.
That day, Luca cried out, saying he had been wrong. His sobs moved everyone around him to tears. I thought to myself that I
would forgive him someday–just not that day.
For the moment, I needed to take care of myself. Loving others would never be as important as loving myself.
I would never be foolish again.
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