Alpha's Regret After the Divorce by Christina novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Kira’s Perspective

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“The gravest mistake I’ve ever made,” I declared, my gaze locking onto hers without hesitation, “was coming here to find you. I should have known better than to believe in this.”

Vanessa’s face twisted with a mixture of shock and fury. The dining room fell into a heavy silence, my words lingering like a thick fog between us. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the sight of her any longer, allowing the crushing weight of this painful truth to settle deep within me.

Memories surged through my mind like a relentless tide, cold and unforgiving. How many years had I wasted trying to make sense of why my mother abandoned me? How many times had I crafted excuses for her absence? That she was too young, that she needed to find herself, that maybe motherhood simply wasn’t her destiny.

I saw eight-year-old me, perched by the window every Friday for months after she left, clinging to the hope that she’d return for weekend visits as promised.

Then twelve-year-old me, pouring out letters she never replied to, sharing news of school awards, silently wishing for her pride.

At sixteen, I found myself defending her to friends who labeled her selfish, insisting she must have had her reasons.

A bitter taste filled my mouth as I swallowed hard and opened my eyes, meeting my mother’s gaze head-on.

“I’m done,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I’ve spent my whole life making excuses for you, trying to earn your love. From this moment on, I sever all ties with you, Vanessa.”

Before I could brace myself, the slap came—swift and sharp. My head jerked to the side, my cheek burning from the sting of her palm. For a brief moment, the room was utterly still.

“How dare you speak to me that way?” Vanessa spat, her perfectly manicured hand still raised in anger. “I am your mother!”

William stepped forward, positioning himself beside her, his tone firm. “Kira, apologize to your mother right now.”

I touched my throbbing cheek, stunned. I had just been struck for speaking my truth—and now I was expected to apologize? The absurdity of it all tightened painfully around my chest.

Kim moved closer to Vanessa, placing a concerned hand on her arm. “Mom, are you okay?” Then, turning to me, her expression a mask of false sympathy, she added, “Whatever your problems are, you shouldn’t upset our mother like this.”

Our mother. As if she belonged to both of us equally. As if Kim hadn’t been the chosen one while I was left behind.

I almost laughed at the twisted reality I was trapped in. I had been physically assaulted, yet somehow, I was cast as the villain. The room seemed to tilt slightly, my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet on my upper lip. I touched it, and my fingers came away stained red with blood.

“You’re bleeding,” Rocco said quietly, appearing beside me. His brow furrowed with genuine concern. “Are you alright?”

I grabbed a napkin from the table and pressed it to my nose, but within moments it was soaked through. The bleeding was heavier than any nosebleed I’d ever experienced.

“Here,” Rocco offered another napkin, his eyes locked on mine, unwavering.

Vanessa’s expression shifted from fury to alarm. “What’s going on? Kira?”

She reached out toward me, but I stepped back sharply. “Don’t touch me!”

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