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He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 754 | Released on: 22/08/2025

the day after

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he wooden table. 'Cohen

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ated. Her voice was f

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e you?" s

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y mother'

hat she hadn't just vanished. "Listen, I

said. "You

lt was unfair. "Jaycee, we need to talk about what happened.

watched a car drive slo

e dropping. "She's been crying for two days straigh

in Jaycee's throat,

on," Ja

hen whispering. Then Hillary'

I don't know what to say. I loved your

k Jaycee's breath away. Her mother had

yone. He was just playing. Your mom must have startled him, or maybe.

shift. The seed of blam

illary," Jaycee said

has been amazing. He's taking care of everything. He's already sp

cern. Protec

d to hear,"

mess. I told her it's not her fault. It w

?" Jayce

re you blaming her? Blaming me? I was on a business trip, Jayce

e indignation of a man who has never

asn't vaccinated," Jaycee

d sil

has all his papers. She's meticulous about that stuff. You mus

g her a liar.

a tone of condescending reason. "We'll get through this. I'll take care of you. We'll

r like a child. A pr

l around her, using his power and money t

aughter, was just part of

o go," Ja

coming back to the c

hung

umber. She blocke

long shadows across the lawn. The cold from the coffee

she had loved, it was all a mirage. T

thing left t

e behind her, full of ghosts,

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He Left My Mother to Die, So I Left Him

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“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.”