His Lies, Her New Life

He Shuyao

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For ten years, I sacrificed everything, working night shifts at a greasy diner to put my adopted son, Kevin, through college. It was all for his future, a life I never had. But on his graduation day, standing proudly on stage, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace" and claiming his real mother was a wealthy socialite. He then had me arrested for kidnapping, twisting my years of love into a story of obsession and greed. I watched him embrace her, leaving me to face accusations of being a "crazy woman" and "kidnapper" as security dragged me away. The trial was a sham, fueled by his lies and his birth mother' s accusations. I was convicted and sentenced to prison. The years there were hell, filled with beatings and torment from other inmates. I died alone on a cold concrete floor, my last breath a whisper of his name. Then, with a sharp jolt, my eyes flew open. I wasn' t in that filthy cell. I was back in my old, cramped apartment. And there he was, fifteen-year-old Kevin, his face a mask of practiced desperation. "Please, Mom? Please take me to the city? I can' t stay here anymore. I' ll do anything." It was the exact day I had sealed my fate in my first life. But this time, it would be different.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Female-centered Personal growth

Chapter 10

The day before yesterday 21:03

Introduction

For ten years, I sacrificed everything, working night shifts at a greasy diner to put my adopted son, Kevin, through college.

It was all for his future, a life I never had.

But on his graduation day, standing proudly on stage, he publicly denounced me, calling me a "disgrace" and claiming his real mother was a wealthy socialite.

He then had me arrested for kidnapping, twisting my years of love into a story of obsession and greed.

I watched him embrace her, leaving me to face accusations of being a "crazy woman" and "kidnapper" as security dragged me away.

The trial was a sham, fueled by his lies and his birth mother' s accusations.

I was convicted and sentenced to prison.

The years there were hell, filled with beatings and torment from other inmates.

I died alone on a cold concrete floor, my last breath a whisper of his name.

Then, with a sharp jolt, my eyes flew open.

I wasn' t in that filthy cell.

I was back in my old, cramped apartment.

And there he was, fifteen-year-old Kevin, his face a mask of practiced desperation.

"Please, Mom? Please take me to the city? I can' t stay here anymore. I' ll do anything."

It was the exact day I had sealed my fate in my first life.