My Love is Getting Married to Somebody Else

When I got home, I noticed splatters of chicken blood on the door. My heart sank as I inserted my key, pushing the door open to find my mother perched on the sofa, waiting for my return.

Before I could take a step, she hurled a cup at me. It grazed my forehead and shattered on the floor, shards scattering like my already fragile spirit. It was the very cup Dave had given me last year during our trip to Shopify.

“You still have the nerve to come back! Why don’t you just die out there?” she screamed, fury radiating from her.

“You’ve ruined my reputation! Do you have any idea what your aunts are saying about me? They’re all criticizing me for not having children while raising you. Your father was seduced by a mistress, and you know how much I despise them. But look at you now—you’ve become someone else’s mistress!”

“You want to talk about love, but you do it in secret. Is being sneaky more fun? You’re just as cheap as your father!” Her words cut deep, each accusation a knife twisting in my heart.

Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, “Mom, I didn’t do anything! I’m not like that; he wronged me!”

With a sharp slap, she struck my face, sending a jolt through my body. “You think that man framed you? Look in the mirror and see what you really are! How could he possibly frame you?”

She suddenly pulled out a fruit knife, pressing it to her neck. “Record a video right now and post it in the family group, saying you are no longer my daughter. I don’t have a daughter like you. If you don’t, I’ll die right here in front of you.”

Panic surged through me as desperation clawed at my throat. I reluctantly recorded the video and posted it in the family group, knowing she would get exactly what she wanted. Moments later, she added a message: “From today on, Kimberly is no longer my daughter. Whatever she’s done has nothing to do with me. If you want to criticize her, blame her scumbag father instead.”

Her glare burned into me, fierce and unforgiving. “Even though our relationship is severed, you still owe me alimony. For the sake of the 27 years we spent as mother and daughter, you need to pay me a lump sum.”

With trembling hands, I handed over all my savings. As I turned to leave, she spotted a childhood photo of us on the table and smashed it into pieces.

“I feel sick just thinking about being in the same picture with you,” she spat. “Even the thought of carrying a worthless girl like you in my womb makes me want to vomit.”

Once she stormed out, this twisted farce finally came to an end. I slid down against the wall, feeling as if the weight of the world pressed down on me. I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in a haze of despair. When I finally managed to stand, my legs felt numb, as if they could no longer support the burden of what had just transpired.

My phone rang repeatedly. I answered it out of irritation, and Dave’s voice came through.

"Are you okay? Don't be so dramatic. Everyone will forget this in a few days."

His fiancée had maliciously slandered me, yet he thought I was the one being hypocritical.

I cursed under my breath, "Go to hell, you bastard," and hung up decisively.

After putting my phone away, I took screenshots of our chat records, group photos, and all the gifts he had given me over the years, then posted them on Facebook.

"I am the heroine of this mistress scandal, but I am not the mistress. I wonder who really is? I think Mr. Robinson and Ms. Warren know the answer."

"I collapsed the moment I learned about the wedding between the Robinson and Warren families. I suddenly realized that my eight-year love was just a fling in Mr. Robinson's eyes. I was merely his long-term companion. He could have ended things with me before proposing to Ms. Warren, but he chose not to."

"He wants a well-behaved, docile lover and a wife who can keep up with him in the business world. How can anyone expect to have the best of both worlds?"

"I had stopped bothering them, but they fabricated a lie about my infidelity to force me out. This was the first time I realized just how generous Mr. Robinson was, willing to label himself as just a guest in our relationship."

As soon as the blog post went live, it gained a lot of attention. Even though the Robinson and Warren families tried their best to bury the trending topic, they faced many rivals in the business world. Their efforts were futile.