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Reborn: The Son She Couldn't Break

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 516    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

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Reborn: The Son She Couldn't Break
Reborn: The Son She Couldn't Break
“I woke up gasping, sunlight stabbing my eyes. My old room, posters of bands from twenty years ago still on the wall. My hands were smooth and young. I was seventeen again, a high school senior, and the State University scholarship was arriving today. In my first life, this was the pivotal moment, the day it all went wrong. My mother, Brenda, a human boa constrictor, would begin her "episodes." She'd clutch her chest, wail about her weak heart, demanding I stay. Her "love" was a saccharine poison, justifying every dream she crushed. I gave up my scholarship, my military aspirations, and even Olivia, the love of my life, all for her. My youth curdled into a bitter, joyless middle age. I worked dead-end jobs, a ghost haunted by what-ifs. Brenda sneered, calling me a "disappointment," a "failure," despite my sacrifices. At 35, my heart physically failed, but I knew it was despair that truly killed me. The searing injustice of it – a life stolen by a mother who saw me only as a possession, a slave to her manufactured frailty. Why had I let her weaponize her 'love' and destroy me? To what twisted end had I sacrificed everything for someone who thanked me with contempt? But now, I am seventeen again, all the painful knowledge of the past a burning weapon. The scholarship letter is in the mail. This time, things will be different. I will not let her break me, and I will save my younger sister, Chloe, too. I am alive, and this time, I am going to fight.”
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