"This is why I said I was negotiating my death because for me," I continued with a bitter smile on my lips, "this isn't just a deal, this is my life and if it's going to end the same way… if I'm going to keep suffering helplessly…"
I leaned in.
"…then I would rather die on my own terms this time."
That's how, my friend, you scam a woman strong enough to squash you with a mere breath.
I have been calling her 'Mom' on purpose.
I mean, people tend to trust those who act close, even if they never were, more than they trust the ones who truly are but choose to stay distant.
It's strange, isn't it? How affection, even when forged, has more weight than honesty ever could.
Still, I couldn't end my act just here.
I had already spun the web too deep and made her believe she was a wicked witch, the one destined to bring ruin upon her own grandchildren.
And me… I was the saviour.
