Husband you've abandoned me Fine I'll focus on raising my son novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Am I wrong?

She looked into my eyes with a dazed expression before smiling. "Don’t worry sweetie, I just fell I’m alright," she told me with a weak hopeless smile.

"Jasmine," she then called out to me.

"Yes, mum," I responded.

Then the environment suddenly changed my mother lay in her bed she was frail and sick looking. I stood beside her and held her hand. My brother and father were nowhere to be found.

"I wish for you to have a better life than me." she whispered weakly to me and her eyes closed for the last time.

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I woke up with a start and in tears. I sat up on the bed and brought my knees to my chest as I tried to comfort myself. It was a reoccurring dream I had of my mother over the years. I was around 5 at the time of the incident with my mother in the hallway. And I was seven years old when she died. Sadly, those were the few memories I had of my mother. I didn’t remember her all that well since she died when I was quite young.

For a long time I wondered what that day had been about that day my mother had a bruise. At the time I was to young to understand what had happened. It was when I was much older that I realised my father used to physically abuse my mother. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I remember my mother always used to have dark marks all over her body and would tell me she fell or some small mistake that happened.

Of the few memories I had of my mother I just remembered her always bruised and smiling despite being in pain.

I remember that when she fell ill my father had little to interest and just chucked her in a room in the back of our family mansion where he could see her. After she died my father didn’t mourn her death neither did he speak of her ever. It’s like she was just a vessel to produce his heir and once that was done he had no interest in her. I knew that’s exactly how he saw her because that how he raised me. He raised me to become a bride and produce an heir, he told me that was my only purpose in life.

Considering the last 6 years of my life, I thought of how despite minor differences my life had mirrored hers. An abusive husband that didn’t care about you and dying alone with only your child by your side.

I opened one of the drawers next to my bed and took out a necklace that belonged to my mother. It was a silver necklace with intricate geometric designs. It was the only thing that belonged to her that I had.

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KEITH’S POV

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