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He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 674    |    Released on: 22/08/2025

felt like a foreign

f her place in Cohen's world. He had given it to her at a l

house. The face in the mirror was a stranger'

to come off. Her fingers were swollen

ing into her skin. She twisted again, harder thi

lid

er palm. It was

ing room and placed it carefully on the center of the mantelpiece

or the life

of methodical tasks. Each on

ed the closet and the scent of lavender and mot

and breathed it in, a strangled sob escaping h

e began

ing into piles. Ke

ll-worn copy of 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. A small si

with firm, deliberate movements. She wrote 'MEMORI

hs. Albums filled with school

ing on the porch of this very house. Her mother was beaming, her arm linked through C

ked like

as a

e picked up a pair of scissors

hoto. That was too e

ed the edges until it was just her and her mother, smiling under

ew, smaller photo

paper with Cohen's smi

. A notification from Instag

was laughing, his arm draped around her shoulders. He leaned in and kissed

was a single

ched it on

heavy pressure in her chest, confirming eve

ng truth she had refused to see. He wasn't just co

e pain was a compass. It told her sh

ireplace. She looked at the ring

n insult

ed to the back door, opened it, and threw the ring as hard

't hear

one. Swallowe

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He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him
He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him
“y mother was in the hospital after a nasty dog bite, so I called my fiancé, Cohen. He was supposed to be my rock. Instead, I got annoyance. He was in Aspen, on a ski trip with my best friend, Hillary. "What do you want me to do? Fly back right now?" he snapped, before hanging up to get back to the "perfect snow." The dog, it turned out, was Hillary's. The bite on my diabetic mother's leg quickly developed into a raging infection. I texted Cohen an update, telling him she was getting worse, that they were talking about surgery. He didn't call back. Instead, Hillary's Instagram story updated: a photo of her and Cohen, cheeks flushed from the cold, smiling in front of a fireplace. The caption was a single heart emoji. While they were sipping hot chocolate, my mother went into septic shock. As I sat alone in the grim hospital waiting room, staring at my silent phone, I knew he had already made his choice. He had chosen a vacation. He had chosen my best friend. He had left my mother to die all alone. She passed away at 3:17 AM. I held her hand until it grew cold, then walked out into the gray dawn. I wasn't just grieving. I was done. I was going to erase myself from his world and burn everything to the ground.”