For twenty years, I devoted myself completely to raising three abandoned children I found, sacrificing everything to give them a good life. I never married, never pursued my own dreams, just worked tirelessly to help them thrive. But when a twist of fate left me pregnant at forty, those children I loved as my own became strangers, tearing me apart with their words. It all started with my eldest daughter, Tina White, who had just earned her degree from a prestigious university overseas and was about to begin an enviable job at a hospital in the big city. On a stormy night, she locked me out of her clean, tidy apartment, leaving me soaked in the rain. “Get rid of that baby or don’t step foot in my home again!” she said coldly, her voice as icy as the pouring rain. “You’re not my real mother anyway, I don’t owe you anything.” Then there was my second son, Jason White, who had just gotten engaged to a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was planning the perfect wedding. He showed up at my door, not with love, but with a bottle of pills he tried to force me to swallow. “I’m starting a new life,” he roared, with anger that even he seemed ashamed of. “Why are you having a baby at your age? You’re embarrassing me!” And my youngest daughter, Judy White, who had recently found her birth mother and couldn’t wait to leave the country with her, didn’t hold back either. She sneered, her words sharp as knives. “You just had to interfere, didn’t you? Dragging me into your home, ruining my chance at a perfect love story. Now you’re pregnant with God knows whose child? This is what you get for meddling.” Twenty years of love, sweat, and tears, only to be rewarded with three ungrateful children who would rather spit in my face than call me mom. Well, if that’s how they feel, I’m done with them. I don’t need these heartless bastards in my life anymore. ***** “You old witch, getting knocked up at your age with some bastard child—have you no shame at all?” The moment Tina heard about my pregnancy, her voice filled with rage and her face contorted. She jumped to her feet and berated me as if I were nothing. Her anger hit me like a slap across the face, my heart tightening in my chest. I was shocked, but part of me understood. What 26-year-old wants to hear their mother is having another child? A sudden brother or sister? It’s certainly hard to accept. Fighting through her harsh words, I forced a smile and pleaded softly, “Tina, you’ve always been my rock, my capable daughter. Can you help me this time?” She let out a cold laugh, her words growing sharper: “Help you? You’re over forty, parading around with a belly for the whole world to see. You might not be embarrassed, but I’m mortified!” Her eyes flashed, “This isn’t up for discussion. You need to terminate the pregnancy.” I clenched my fists as a cold fear spread through me. For twenty years, I had given up love, comfort, even my health to raise Tina and her siblings, pouring everything I had into them. When I discovered I was pregnant, my first thought was to end it—I didn’t want the children to feel my love would be divided. But the doctor warned that medication abortion carried risks and recommended surgery. Knowing Tina was about to start working in obstetrics at a top hospital, I thought she would be the one to help me through this difficult time. Instead, she was ashamed of me. I pressed my lips together, my face hardening for the first time in front of her. “I’m not getting rid of it,” I said firmly. “I’m keeping this baby.” Tina’s face darkened, and before I could react, her hand struck my face hard. “You shameless woman!” she spat. My cheek burned with pain, but the shock of her hitting me broke my heart even more. The next second, she shoved me out the door. “You can die on the street for all I care, but that child cannot stay!” Outside, thunder and lightning crashed through the downpour. I stepped in a puddle and nearly fell. Instinctively, I twisted to protect my belly, landing hard on my back instead. A sharp pain shot through my tailbone, making me cry out in agony. Before I could catch my breath, Tina rushed over, her face contorted with rage. She kicked my stomach viciously. “You stupid old fool, still protecting that bastard child?” she roared. My stomach throbbed with pain, my breath caught in my chest. This was Tina, my first adopted child, the girl I had raised as my own. For her future, I had saved every penny, sold everything I owned, even mortgaged my only house to gather a million dollars to send her to university in Europe. When she needed money abroad, I worked myself to the bone, cutting every expense to ensure she never went without. And now, when I needed her most, she treated me like I had some contagious disease. The cold rain pelted my skin, but my heart felt colder. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and struggled to my feet, my voice steady despite the pain. “Tina, I just wanted to ask for your help. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm, her voice shrill. “You think you can just walk away? You really want to keep that child?” I met her gaze, seeing nothing but disgust and resentment in her eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking—twenty Christmases of motherly devotion, and this was what it came to. I had loved her like my own daughter, but I had been wrong about her. I didn’t answer, which only fueled her anger. “What, silence solves everything now?” she shouted. A passerby’s voice carried over, and embarrassment flashed across her face. She yanked me back inside, shoving me toward the corner of the table, ramming my stomach against it again and again. When she was little and bumped into that table, I had padded every sharp corner with foam to protect her. Now, she didn’t care at all, mercilessly using that same table against me. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face turned pale. I grabbed her hands, my voice trembling as I begged, “Tina, please, let me go. I’m your mother.” She wouldn’t listen. Her face was twisted like a wild animal’s, as if she wouldn’t stop until she broke me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open. Jason and Judy’s voices rang out in unison. “Tina, what the hell are you doing?”
Tina grabbed my hair and refused to let go, each tug sending searing pain across my scalp. I reached out toward Jason and Judy, who stood frozen, seemingly unable to process the scene before them. “Judy, Jason, help me…” I gasped, my face pale. Jason suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed forward, shoving Tina away. “What the fuck are you doing to Mom?” he roared. “Do you have any conscience left?” I collapsed against him, his arms catching me. In that moment, I briefly felt a glimmer of family warmth. Judy frowned, hurled a few sharp words at Tina, then took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, her hand brushing against my cold palm. Tina’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “This old witch is pregnant and says she wants to keep it. If you two think that’s fine, take her to your place!” She folded her arms. “She’s not staying here. Do whatever you want—she’s not my real mom, and I don’t owe her a damn thing.” Her previous attack had already broken my heart, but hearing her coldly say she had no obligation to me sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I looked at her, my eyes filled with disappointment. Tina met my gaze, her eyes hard. “What? Am I wrong?” I lowered my eyes, feeling Jason’s body tense against mine. He exchanged a glance with Judy, then turned to me, his voice uncertain. “Mom, is what Tina saying true?” A flicker of doubt, perhaps judgment, passed through their eyes—my heart sank. Despite everything, I still clung to a shred of hope, forcing a weak smile. “It’s true,” I said. “I’m keeping this baby.” Jason’s face darkened, his expression turning to disgust, as if I were something filthy he’d scraped off his shoe. Judy yanked the jacket off my shoulders, threw it to the ground, and ground it with her heel. She even pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse and sprayed it toward me, as if my pregnancy were some kind of plague. Jason’s voice was ice-cold. “Mom, this is ridiculous. You know I’m getting married soon. You’re pregnant now? It’s like you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head. “Tina’s right, this baby can’t stay.” Judy chimed in, her tone full of contempt. “Exactly. What’s the point of having a baby now? You think we’ll help you raise it? Tina’s starting her career, Jason’s having a wedding, and I’m going to Europe with my birth mother. You’re just causing problems for us.” I gripped the table to steady myself, staring at all three of them—my children, now standing against me. Tina, I had already lost. But Jason and Judy? I raised them from nothing, through countless hardships. Jason was sickly as a child, and I cared for him like he was my own flesh and blood. At school, his wealthy classmates had everything, and when he wanted thousand-dollar sneakers, I didn’t hesitate. I delivered food until I could barely stand, slept only three hours a night, all so he wouldn’t feel inferior. When he couldn’t get into a tutoring program, I knelt outside the teacher’s door for five hours, begging them to accept him. In college, when he didn’t want his classmates to know about me, I quietly walked away without a word. Now he’s engaged to a rich girl, and I’ve become his burden. And Judy—I never shortchanged her. She got just as much as Tina and Jason. True, I was strict with her when she dated in high school, but when she found her birth mother and abandoned me, I let her go without saying a word. My expression hardened, all tenderness toward them gone. “This baby is mine, and you have no right to dictate my decisions. If anything happens to it, you’ll all pay a price you can’t imagine.” With that, I pushed past them and headed for the door. Judy screamed and rushed over, slamming it shut. “No way! This baby has to be dealt with today—you’re not ruining our lives!” I almost laughed. When I was a young single woman, I adopted these three children without ever thinking they’d ruin my life. But now, they stood there, convinced my pregnancy would destroy their futures. My mistake was letting these ungrateful brats into my heart. I’d had enough. I needed to leave. Before I could move, Jason’s arm swung toward me, a blunt force crashing against my head. Everything went black. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, the ropes burning against my wrists.
The rope dug deep into my skin, binding me to the chair. My three beloved children sat across from me, staring as if I were their worst enemy. My head felt like it was about to split open, weak and heavy, fear gripping my heart. “What are you doing?” I asked softly. Tina lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think? We’re forcing you to get rid of that child.” She casually tossed a handful of pills onto the table, making my heart skip a beat. Jason stood up, grabbed a few pills and walked toward me. “Mom, don’t act like we’re the bad guys,” his voice was hard, “you’re the one who didn’t think about us. Getting pregnant at your age? Aren’t you ashamed? We’re completely humiliated.” He leaned in close, offering the pills. “Be good now, swallow these. It’s better for everyone.” His figure loomed over me, his eyes flashing with a cruelty I barely recognized. These past years, in his pursuit of marrying into wealth, he’d learned plenty of dirty tactics. Now, those tactics were all directed at me—the woman who raised him from nothing. My heart froze solid. “I won’t take them!” I clenched my lips, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch this baby. It’s the Howard Group CEO’s child!” Tina frowned, her patience exhausted. “Your stubbornness won’t help!” she yelled, “Pry her mouth open and force them in! I’d rather she choke to death than give birth to that bastard!” Jason took a deep breath, his hand clamping down on my jaw, trying to force the pills into my mouth. “You’re lying!” he roared, “Mr. Howard? A powerful man like him interested in a cleaner like you?” I shook my head desperately, my brain rattling inside my skull, using all my strength to keep the pills out. He lost patience and called Judy over to hold me down. Together they restrained me while Jason tried to push the pills into my mouth. I refused to let them succeed. I bit down hard on Jason’s hand. “Ah!” he cried out in pain, his face contorting. He slapped me across the face, making my cheek burn with pain. “You old witch, you dare bite me?” My face stung like fire as he called Tina over to help hold me down. I was just a rag doll now, firmly restrained by the three children I had raised. Jason’s face twisted with rage as he finally forced the pills down my throat, immediately following with a pot of scalding hot water. The hot water burned my throat painfully, leaving me gasping for air. “You all…,” I choked, my mouth blistering from the hot water, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable. The three of them stepped back, smug smiles spreading across their faces. They even hugged each other, celebrating as if they’d won some victory. Once, scenes like this had warmed my heart. When Tina got accepted to that prestigious overseas school, we hugged and cried in our 200-square-foot rental. When Jason recovered from his illness and got into college, we danced and laughed outside his high school. When Judy landed a job at a big company, we wept with joy at a roadside restaurant. Now, their celebration was about destroying me, burying me alive. I closed my eyes tight, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I tried desperately to vomit, wanting to expel the pills. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child—my own flesh and blood. Tina noticed my struggle and her expression darkened. She broke free from their embrace and rushed toward me. “You stubborn old fool, still fighting back?” She roared, raising her hand to strike. The door was suddenly smashed open with a tremendous crash. “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice thundered like lightning.
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