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My Girlfriend Bet On My Mother's Life

To win a high-stakes bet with her wealthy friends, Nancy forced her boyfriend's mother to dive into a pool for a discarded watch. Tragically, the elderly woman drowned, holding the timepiece to her final breath. When her devastated son called, Nancy cared only about her one hundred and sixty thousand dollar wager. Consumed by grief and anger, he buries his mother and cuts ties completely. Though a desperate Nancy begs for mercy, his heart has turned to stone in this dark modern romance.
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Chapter 1

My girlfriend Nancy and her friends threw a watch into the swimming pool and let my mother pick it up, betting on how long it would take her to retrieve it.

But my mother never came up after going down.

She was still tightly holding the watch when she died.

I called Nancy crying and questioned her. She excitedly asked, "Did your mother retrieve the watch? I bet 160 thousand dollars with them. You can't let me lose."

I was so angry that my whole body trembled.

After finishing my mother's funeral, I left without looking back, while she begged me like crazy to forgive her.

But I would never turn back.

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After my mom's funeral, three days had passed.

After that call, Nancy never called again and completely forgot about me and my mother.

In the early morning, I dragged my weary body back to the villa. As I reached the door, I saw the house was as bright as daytime.

When I opened the door, the deafening music and raucous shouting filled the entire house.

Nancy sat on York's lap, while they were kissing each other passionately.

I watched the scene coldly with icy detachment.

As if on cue, someone looked up and saw me just as the music stopped.

A hush fell over the room, and everyone's expressions were a mix of shock and disbelief.

Nancy seemed to sense something and glanced at me, still sitting on York's lap without any intention of getting off.

She casually said, "Oh, you're back."

Her tone was calm, as if she was not kissing another man in front of her boyfriend.

York hugged her and looked at me with a smile, "Simon, it's just a game. You wouldn't mind, right?"

"Just for fun?

Do they think everything was a game,

including my mom's life?"

I remained silent, my gaze searing into them. My eyes red-rimmed with pent-up fury.

Seeing my expression, Nancy was somewhat displeased and frowned.

Since the atmosphere was a bit awkward, everyone quickly changed the topic, "Simon, did your mom retrieve the watch?

It's a worldwide limited edition. I bet a sports car on it. If I lose, I'm screwed.

This game was proposed by York. He always knows how to have fun."

Those words triggered a wave of laughter.

"Was it fun?"

My voice was hoarse, as if clawing its way out of a deep, dark well of sorrow. I scanned the room, my eyes heavy with contempt.

Nancy didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

With every ounce of composure I could muster, I enunciated each word, laden with bitterness, "I asked if it was fun to play with my mom's feelings, and to watch her scramble like a fool?"

They had watched, cackling by the swimming pool, as my mom jumped into the water, clueless and desperate. They withheld the location of the fallen watch, amused by her frantic search. When she didn't come up for a long time, their interest waned, and they deserted her.

Unbeknownst to them, a few minutes later, her leg cramped violently. Struggling briefly, my mother succumbed to the depths.

When I received a call from John, the housekeeper, who worked for my girlfriend's villa, and rushed over. My mother's face was pale. I felt coldness all over her body. But she still tightly held the watch that Nancy ordered her to pick up.

I cried my heart out, but she was gone forever.

Being with Nancy for three years, I knew that she was a social butterfly. And when she went wild, she could do anything. But I never thought that one day she would be so crazy as to gamble with my mother's life.

"What are my mother and I in her eyes?"

If she really cared about and respected me, how could she let them play with my mother's life?