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New York, Sebastian
The overwhelming surge of anger coursing through my veins was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My hands clenched into fists as I hurled the damning evidence onto the table in front of me, a physical manifestation of the rage that consumed me.
“Don’t tell me this is true, Patrick!” I seethed through gritted teeth, my voice laced with incredulity. “Our mother?!”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.
Patrick let out a heavy sigh, a shared weariness evident in his expression. “That’s exactly how I felt, brother, when I found out.”
The revelation was almost too much to bear. I could have expected this treacherous deception from Gavin Campbell, Mia’s conniving ex-husband, but the fact that my own mother, Elena Thornton, had played a role in orchestrating this campaign of harassment left me reeling. She had raised me, cared for me, and, above all, was meant to protect me.
My heart pounded erratically in my chest, and all I could see was red-a fiery haze of anger and disbelief that clouded my judgment. I felt as if my world had been turned upside down, and the betrayal I felt cut deeper than anything I had ever experienced. The mere thought that my mother had been capable of such malevolence was almost too much to bear.
Mia, ever the calming presence, tried to soothe my frayed nerves, her hand gently resting on my arm. But my mind was a storm of emotions, and in that moment, I had no desire to be placated. All I wanted was an outlet for the seething fury that roared within me.
The room seemed to close in around us as my emotions threatened to spiral out of control. Patrick’s revelation had unearthed a web of deceit that had ensnared us all, and the reality of the situation was staggering. It was almost too much to bear, and my own mother’s involvement in the torment we had endured was a bitter pill to swallow.
I rose from my seat, my anger compelling me to act, and I began pacing back and forth. My clenched fists trembled with the intensity of my emotions, and I found myself on the verge of a breakdown. The realization that my mother had played a part in the torment of the woman I loved and the potential harm to our unborn child was a betrayal that rocked me to my core.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered under my breath, my voice strained. “My own mother… How could she?”
My mind was a swirling tempest of confusion and anger, and I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. The revelation that my own mother had been involved in the torment we had endured had shaken me to my core. As I grappled with the shocking truth, I found myself lost in a haze of disbelief.
My brother Patrick tried to calm me, and his seemingly unwavering composure only fueled my frustration. “How can you be so calm?” I demanded, my voice laced with incredulity.
“I have already expressed my rage before you arrived,” Patrick explained, his tone measured. “That’s why I couldn’t tell you over the phone. I knew you would react strongly, and we don’t want this reaction caught by the paparazzi.”
I attempted to take deep breaths, but my emotions were like a relentless storm surging within me. All I could see was red, and my thoughts were consumed by anger, betrayal, and the desire for justice.
“Calm down, Sebastian,” Mia’s calming voice pierced through the turmoil, and her presence offered a lifeline in the tempest of my emotions. She was the one constant I could hold onto, the person who could quell the storm inside me.
“Arrest them,” I whispered, my voice trembling with rage. I couldn’t fathom allowing Gavin Campbell, Mia’s treacherous ex-husband, and Elena Thornton, my own mother, to escape accountability for the pain and suffering they had inflicted on us.
Patrick moved closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine. “What, brother?” he inquired, as if seeking confirmation.
“Arrest them!” I bellowed, my voice echoing with determination. The only way to bring closure to this nightmare was to ensure that those responsible faced the consequences of their actions.
Even if the one responsible was my birth giver.