Part 1: A Choice That Changed Everything
My father left when I was five years old, and from that moment on, my mother raised me on her own.
She came from a wealthy background, and she invested everything into my upbringing. However, her support was never based on affection—it was based on expectations. In her eyes, I was not just her son; I was her long-term investment.
She carefully planned my life. I attended private schools, took piano lessons, and followed a path she had designed long before I understood what I truly wanted.
But everything changed three years ago.
At the age of twenty-seven, I introduced her to Anna—the woman I loved.
Anna was a strong and hardworking single mother, raising her seven-year-old son while working long hours at a clinic. She lived a simple life, far from the polished world my mother admired.
From the very first moment, my mother made her opinion clear.
She saw Anna not as a person, but as a burden.
When I told her that I intended to marry Anna, she gave me an ultimatum—one that would define the course of my life.
“If you marry her, don’t expect anything from me again.”
In that moment, I had to choose between the life my mother had planned for me… and the life I truly wanted.
I chose love.
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