Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: 144-Same Terrible Fate

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"Have a seat," my mother insisted, pointing toward the couch.

As I stepped into the living room, another truth hit me.

Once again, it looked completely different.

They had replaced everything with new furniture and decor.

At this point, I realized it was a pattern.

Every year, they changed the entire decor.

"I didn’t come here to sit down," I said.

My mother slowly lowered herself onto the sofa, staring at me with a wide smile.

When she didn’t respond, I realized that unless I sat down, the conversation wouldn’t move forward.

So, I slowly sat down as well.

The entire living room had been redone in ivory and beige, following the latest design trends.

Even my mother’s haircut was completely new.

Everything was branded and fashionable.

"Wow, look at you," my mother remarked, her eyes filled with nothing but pride.

For a second, my heart flipped inside my chest.

If only she knew how long I had waited for this kind of affirmation from her.

But then I reminded myself that none of it mattered.

In the end, she had treated me worse than anyone else.

"You’re completely different now," my mother said.

"I mean, just look at you. I always knew you would grow up to be beautiful," she continued, honestly shocking me.

The Brenda I knew wouldn’t even look at me without a clear expression of displeasure on her face.

I don’t know. Hearing those words from her felt strange.

Then I thought, maybe she had found out about Justin’s death.

Maybe she had called once, and when Justin didn’t answer, she contacted someone from our old neighborhood.

They might have told her what had happened.

Maybe that was what changed her.

She looked guilty. She kept rubbing her hands together, stealing glances at me before forcing a gentle smile onto her lips.

"So it was you who sent me the messages?" I asked, keeping my posture straight.

I guessed she had never seen me this confident before.

Every move I made seemed to surprise her.

There had been a few occasions when I went to live with her, and none of them ended well.

Some left deep scars on my soul and my dignity.

Even when my mother didn’t hurt me herself, she allowed her step children to do it.

"I missed you," she uttered, smiling at me. "I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. It’s not like I never thought about you during all those years. I did. You need to understand that I wasn’t in a position to accept you back then. I was in a very difficult place, facing one crisis after another."

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