“You still have the nerve to come back! Why don’t you just die out there?” she screamed, fury radiating from her.
“You’ve ruined my reputation! Do you have any idea what your aunts are saying about me? They’re all criticizing me for not having children while raising you. Your father was seduced by a mistress, and you know how much I despise them. But look at you now—you’ve become someone else’s mistress!”
“You want to talk about love, but you do it in secret. Is being sneaky more fun? You’re just as cheap as your father!” Her words cut deep, each accusation a knife twisting in my heart.
Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded, “Mom, I didn’t do anything! I’m not like that; he wronged me!”
With a sharp slap, she struck my face, sending a jolt through my body. “You think that man framed you? Look in the mirror and see what you really are! How could he possibly frame you?”
She suddenly pulled out a fruit knife, pressing it to her neck. “Record a video right now and post it in the family group, saying you are no longer my daughter. I don’t have a daughter like you. If you don’t, I’ll die right here in front of you.”
Panic surged through me as desperation clawed at my throat. I reluctantly recorded the video and posted it in the family group, knowing she would get exactly what she wanted. Moments later, she added a message: “From today on, Kimberly is no longer my daughter. Whatever she’s done has nothing to do with me. If you want to criticize her, blame her scumbag father instead.”
Her glare burned into me, fierce and unforgiving. “Even though our relationship is severed, you still owe me alimony. For the sake of the 27 years we spent as mother and daughter, you need to pay me a lump sum.”
With trembling hands, I handed over all my savings. As I turned to leave, she spotted a childhood photo of us on the table and smashed it into pieces.
“I feel sick just thinking about being in the same picture with you,” she spat. “Even the thought of carrying a worthless girl like you in my womb makes me want to vomit.”
Once she stormed out, this twisted farce finally came to an end. I slid down against the wall, feeling as if the weight of the world pressed down on me. I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in a haze of despair. When I finally managed to stand, my legs felt numb, as if they could no longer support the burden of what had just transpired.