Mom's Sudden Stroke, Dad's Busy with His Mistress at Disneyland — Novel

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When Gloria receives the devastating news of her mother's stroke, she expects her father to be there, to provide comfort in their shared grief. Instead, she finds herself talking to a woman who embodies betrayal. As the cold truth of her father's affair sinks in, Gloria must confront the harsh reality of a father who has chosen a life of deception over family. With her mother gone and her father wrapped in his own self-interest, Gloria is left alone to navigate a world that feels increasingly hostile.

Haunted by her mother’s last moments and the bitterness of a broken home, she begins to gather evidence of her father's betrayal, readying herself for a confrontation that could shatter everything. But as she delves deeper into the dual lives of her father and his mistress, Gloria is faced with a choice: will she seek revenge, or will she reclaim her own narrative, even if it means severing ties with the man who once promised to protect her?

As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Gloria must decide how far she’s willing to go to claim what is rightfully hers. Will she find the strength to confront her past, or will the weight of her father's choices crush her spirit?

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During a video call, my mother suddenly collapsed due to a stroke.

I called 120 and then, crying, I called my father.

But it was a sweet, delicate woman who answered the phone. "You've called over a dozen times and he still won't pick up. Isn't it time you took a hint?"

My mom fought in the ICU for three days, but she didn't survive long enough to see my father. She passed away, filled with bitterness.

Later, at my mom's funeral, my own father knelt down, begging me not to report him.

***

As usual, after dinner, I made a video call to my mom.

But we hadn't talked for more than two minutes before she suddenly had a heart attack and collapsed.

I panicked, immediately dialing 120, and then I called my dad.

On the nineteenth attempt, the call finally connected.

But it wasn't my dad's voice on the other end. It was a woman's. "You've called over a dozen times, and your dad didn't answer. Maybe you should get a clue."

"My mom's not going to make it, get my dad—" I cried out.

Before I could finish, she cut me off.

"If she's not going to make it, call 120. What good is your dad going to do? Is he a doctor?!"