The fiery burn hit instantly. My throat clenched, my eyes stinging as I choked on the overwhelming spice.
Through blurred vision, I caught the flicker of triumph in Ava’s eyes.
Jasper glared at me like I was his greatest enemy. "Mom, I just can’t stand you bullying Aunt Ava. You should get a taste of your own medicine."
I studied my dear son, the boy I had carried, nurtured and loved.
Why had I even given birth to him?
Swallowing back my tears, I met his gaze and spoke slowly, my voice solemn.
"My son, you’re truly filial."
He wasn’t expecting that. His expression faltered. "Mom…"
I forced a bitter smile, turned away, and headed to my room.
The moment I shut the door, I summoned the system. Even it seemed stunned by my misery.
"If I had known it would come to this, I should have just left back then."
Out of pity, it let me choose my exit.
I chose sleeping pills. At least it would be dignified.
The next morning, I awoke to find Hugo already dressed.
He leaned down, just as he always did, to kiss me goodbye.
I turned my head away.
His lips hovered in the air for a moment before he pulled back. Though displeased, he spoke with forced patience.