"Please, just let explain," I begged her again.
My mother shook her head from side to side as tears welled in her eyes. Her face had turned a dangerous crimson color, and I could tell that she was truly upset. She was on the verge of tears, and that made feel guiltier than anything.
"How could you? With Raphael? He’s your stepbrother. On top of that, he’s engaged! He’s about to marry soone else," my mother said in shock.
"I know..." I mumbled softly.
"You know? Really? My God, do you realize exactly what you’ve done?" my mother exclaid.
I open my mouth but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything in my own defense. As silence continued to creep up on us, I witnessed My Mother breaking down emotionally right in front of . I don’t rember the last ti that I saw my mother looking so distressed.
"How could you do sothing like this? And with Raphael, of all people. He’s your stepbrother. He’s also engaged to marry soone else. Did you happen to forget about that as well?" Her voice rose before she began to choke on her sobs.
"I didn’t. It’s really not like that. I wish that you would just listen to ," I tried to defend myself, but my voice was clearly faltering. My heart and my head felt like they were being split open.
"Don’t you dare try to make an excuse for yourself. Do you even know what this ans for Bennett? What this ans for us? What this ans for our family? How can you do this and bring such sha into this household?" my mother said as she stared at accusingly.
Her words hit harder than any slap to the face ever could. I rushed towards her as I tried to reach for her, but she pulled away from as if she couldn’t bear to feel my touch.
"Please, can you just co upstairs with and let explain? Just please, Mom," I pleaded desperately.
My mother was silent for a mont as tears continued to roll down her face. Then she nodded stiffly, as if she had finally realized that she had no other real choice but to hear out. I took the opportunity to guide her upstairs until we reached her bedroom. After the door shut behind us, I knew that the mont of truth had finally begun.
My mother flopped down onto the bed as if she had lost all strength in her legs. I watched as she buried her face in her hands before her sobs grew louder now that there was no one else around to witness her heartbreak.
I knelt down beside her before taking her hand in mine. Just as expected, my mother quickly pulled her hand away from .
"Mom, please just let explain," I begged her once again.
She lifted her head from her hands before turning to face . Her face was red with intense emotion, and her eyes were wet with grief.
"Explain what!" she cried out loudly. "That you’ve been betraying ? And betraying this family all this ti? You have been sleeping with a man who is your stepbrother, and he’s supposed to marry Rosabella. How, Abigail? How could you have done this to -and also to yourself?" my mother asked accusingly.
Her words felt like shards of glass piercing deep into my chest. I shook my head in denial before I could no longer hold back the tears that I had been desperately trying to keep inside. I began crying, and then crying even harder than before.
I knew what it must have appeared like to my mother. I would be lying if I said that there weren’t tis when I asked myself why it had to be Raphael of all people and why we had to et under the circumstances that we did. However, it didn’t take long to realize that there was nothing that I could do to change fate or the past. All I could do now was fix the present to make sure that there would be a better future for all of us.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything in my own defense. As silence continued to creep up on us, I witnessed my mother breaking down emotionally right in front of . I don’t rember the last ti that I saw my mother looking so distressed.
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