After mom
After mom 6

6

“No, Jacob, the person in the footage really did look like Abby’s mom. I didn’t know she had passed away, so I misunderstood. I wasn’t lying to

you…”

Jacob sneered, “The surveillance footage isn’t fake, but I bet you specifically found someone to impersonate my mother–in–law. Your goal was to drive a wedge between me, my mother–in–law, and Abby, right? You thought your plan was foolproof and would leave her speechless, but you didn’t expect that my mother–in–law was already dead. How could a dead person steal a dog? Emma Wilson, I was blind not to see what a vicious, scheming woman you are.”

The color drained from Emma’s face. She cried, trying to explain, “I didn’t, I really didn’t. I don’t know that woman. I didn’t do it! Please believe

me…”

But Jacob just coldly pushed her away, “You don’t need to rush to explain. I’ll have someone investigate.”

Hearing this, Emma’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

After chasing them all away, it was finally quiet. No more disgusting people to disturb my mom.

It was just us, mother and daughter. I quietly refilled the grave, bit by bit, tidying up my mom’s resting place.

I sat by her grave, talking to her for a long time.

It was dark by the time I returned home.

As I approached the door, I noticed the lights were on inside. Thinking there might be a burglar, I was about to call for help.

But then the door opened, and Jacob’s face appeared unexpectedly.

“You’re back? Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

“Get lost!”

I pushed past him and walked straight in.

Only then did I realize he wasn’t alone; Lucas was there too.

When Lucas saw me, he looked timid, no doubt still feeling the impact of the beating from earlier.

He glanced at me, testing the waters, “Mom…”

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not your mom. Emma is your mom!”

My attitude was cold and hard.

Lucas’s eyes immediately turned red. He looked to Jacob for help.

Jacob sighed, walked over, and patted Lucas’s head, comforting him, “Mom’s just saying that because she’s upset. We hurt mom’s feelings first, so it’s natural for her to be angry. Lucas, let’s work hard with dad to make it up to mom, okay? We’ll be extra good to her so she’ll forgive us.”

Lucas looked confused but nodded vigorously.

Perhaps in the past, seeing them like this would have moved me, but now, I felt nothing but disgust.

I had no patience to watch this father–son act. I coldly told them to leave, “Please get out of my house right now.”

Maybe it was my resolute attitude.

This time, Jacob didn’t insist on staying.

“The food on the table, remember to eat it before it gets cold. It’s my first time cooking, so try it. If you don’t like it, just throw it away. There are eggs and ready–made pancakes in the fridge, you can heat those up to eat.”

As soon as he finished speaking, I dumped all the food on the table into the garbage bin right in front of him, without even looking at it.

In the past, I would have been overjoyed if he had done something like this for me. But now, I just felt sick.

Jacob’s voice stopped abruptly.

After a long pause, he continued,

“Also, remember to lock the doors and windows at night when you’re alone. If anything happens, call me. I’ll keep my phone on 24/7 and won’t miss any of your calls again.”

With that, he left with Lucas.

For the next few days, Jacob kept bringing Lucas to my mom’s old house.

But I never let them in.

Even when it was pouring rain outside with howling winds, he still knelt outside the door with our son, begging for my forgiveness, begging me to go home with him.

He thought this would make me feel sorry for them and give in.

But he forgot that the Abigail who would feel sorry for him and their son had been killed by their own hands.

Jacob called me, saying Lucas had fainted and asking me to let them in.

I laughed coldly, “Jacob Thompson, what’s the point of this? To get my attention, you’re lying about your son’s health? But tricks like this don’t

work on me!”

On the other end of the phone, he explained anxiously, “I’m not lying, it’s true…”

“Enough! You just want me to soften up and open the door, right? Jacob Thompson, you know I hate being lied to the most!”

Jacob choked, “Abby, you…”

Does this sound familiar? I’m just returning the words he once said to me.

How does it feel now?