We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Ced POV

I stood outside Oliver’s bedroom door, gathering my resolve.

Parenting books always emphasized consistency with discipline, especially when it came to lying. Taking a deep breath, I knocked

gently but firmly.

“Oliver, sweetheart? Mommy needs to talk with you. May I come in?”

After a moment of silence, the door creaked open. Oliver stood there with his head hanging low, refusing to meet my eyes. His small fingers nervously played with the hem of his pajama top.

“Let’s sit down,” I said, keeping my voice even.

I didn’t think my tone sounded particularly harsh, but Oliver’s

reaction told me otherwise. His breathing became shallow and

irregular as he perched on the edge of his bed, looking like a

frightened bird ready to take flight.

Suddenly, he burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!” he wailed, his little body shaking. “Please don’t

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look at me like that! Don’t use that voice! I’m scared! I know lying is

wrong and I’m really, really sorry! Please forgive me! I promise I

won’t ever lie again!”

My heart constricted painfully as I watched tears stream down his

face. Every maternal instinct screamed at me to gather him in my

arms, but I forced myself to remain firm. This pattern of fabrications

had to stop.

“Oliver,” I said, pressing my lips together to maintain composure, “I need you to stop crying and tell me honestly how many lies you’ve

told me.”

“I… I…” His words dissolved into hiccupping sobs, his face flushed

and wet with tears.

The sight of his distress was almost unbearable. I wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but I knew this was precisely when I couldn’t afford to soften. His habit of spinning tales needed addressing now, before it became ingrained.

“Oliver,” I said, more gently this time, “please talk to me.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mommy,” he whimpered. “I just wanted

you to like me… to keep me. I promise I’ll be good now.”

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His small frame trembled with each sob, his face alarmingly pale. I

sighed, reaching for his tiny hand and enfolding it in mine.

“Oliver,” I asked softly, “what’s the biggest thing you’ve been hiding

from Mommy?”

Oliver’s POV

The question hit me like a bucket of ice water. My crying stopped

instantly, the room suddenly too quiet.

My biggest lie to Mommy was about who I really am…

Should I tell her the truth? Or keep pretending? My six–year–old brain

couldn’t figure out what to do, but my racing heart knew this was

really, really bad.

I looked up at Mommy’s face. The warm glow I loved was fading,

replaced by something that scared me more than Daddy’s angry voice

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ever could disappointment.

“Oliver,” she said, her voice getting that grown–up serious tone,

“children who lie aren’t good children. I want you to be honest with

1. I love the real you, not someone you’re pretending to be. Will you

please tell Mommy the truth?”

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“I…” My throat felt like it was closing up. No words would come out.

I remembered the first day I met Mommy. The biggest lie of all.

I told her my daddy didn’t want me anymore. I said my last name was

North.

I even got myself sick on purpose by standing in the rain so she’d feel

sorry for me and let me stay.

What if Mommy found out our whole meeting was a trick? She’d be so

mad…maybe she’d hate me forever.

More tears spilled down my cheeks as I sat frozen, unable to confess

everything.

Mommy’s face changed. She stood up slowly, shoulders dropping with

that grown–up sadness I’d seen before.

“Oliver, I want you to think about this tonight. I hope tomorrow you’ll

come to me on your own and tell me everything.”

She walked toward the door, her back straight but somehow sad- looking.

I stared at her, feeling hot tears fall onto my hands. I always knew

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this day would come, but I never thought Mommy would look

so…cold.

What was I supposed to do? What could I possibly do?

The door closed with a soft click that sounded like thunder to my

ears.

Would Mommy ever love me again? Would she always talk to me in

that disappointed voice now?

I stared at the closed door, crying without making any sound. Then

suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I jumped off the bed, ran to the living room, and slipped out the front door.

Cedar’s POV

I paced my bedroom, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Yes, lying

was a serious issue, but had my approach been too harsh? I’d clearly

frightened Oliver, and that knowledge twisted painfully in my chest.

He was my little angel, this child who had unexpectedly entered my

life. Whatever mistakes he made, I couldn’t withdraw my love. Since

he called me “Mommy,” I had a responsibility to guide him toward

honesty and integrity.

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Oliver was usually so thoughtful and well–behaved. With proper

guidance, I was certain he would eventually open up to me.

Taking a steadying breath, I decided to check on him. As I opened my

door, I caught a glimpse of Oliver’s small figure darting toward the

apartment entrance.

“Oliver!” I called out, alarm surging through me as I rushed after him.

Still in my slippers, I raced down the hallway and into the street just

in time to see him climbing into a taxi. Before I could reach them, the

vehicle pulled away and disappeared into traffic.

“Oliver!” I shouted desperately. “Come back! Where are you going? It’s

too late to be out alone!”

My cries echoed uselessly in the night air. I stood on the sidewalk,

self–recrimination washing over me in waves.

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