Pure Hatred Between Mother and Son — Novel

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In a world where love and sacrifice intertwine in twisted ways, a mother’s devotion comes with a chilling price. As she fights for her own health and that of her ailing daughter, the unborn child in her womb struggles against the fate written for him. With every heartbeat, he feels the weight of being a mere lifeline, a source of hope for his sister, while his mother’s affection seems reserved for only one child—the one who needs him most.

As the tension rises, you can almost hear the unspoken words echoing in the sterile hospital room: Can a bond born from necessity ever truly blossom into love? Each painful jab of the needle is a reminder of the sacrifices made, but what happens when the child starts to fight back? Will he accept a life lived in the shadows of his sister’s needs, or will he break free from the shackles of his mother’s expectations?

Caught between the conflicting emotions of resentment and longing, this story explores the depths of familial love and the struggle for identity in a world that insists on defining worth. Can a child born of obligation find his place in a family that only sees him as a means to an end?

Pure Hatred Between Mother and SonChapter 1

Mom was in poor health and went through a lot to get pregnant with me. The doctor said I couldn't be kept, but she insisted. I received daily injections to maintain my nutrition and health during my mom’s pregnancy. After each one, I would move uncomfortably in her stomach.

Mom endured the pain to comfort me, "Be good, baby. You must grow up healthy."

She had severe pregnancy symptoms, vomiting after eating, then forced herself to eat again, all for my health. To make Mom feel better, I didn't dare move, no matter how uncomfortable I felt.

Suddenly Mom asked the doctor, "Doctor, can I have the baby soon? Her sister is waiting for her umbilical cord blood and bone marrow to save her life."

It turned out that Mom only loved my umbilical cord blood and bone marrow. Rather than becoming a human organ bank for my sister, I would rather be reborn.

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After Mom asked if she could have a cesarean section right away, I started to stir violently in her stomach. Unlike before, when I had grown up obediently in her belly, Mom felt the power of fetal movement for the first time in a long time.