My Son Calls Another Woman Mom
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I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.
I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.
I thought we'd always stand together.
Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.
I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.
Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.
I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.
Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"
I stared at his small face for a long time.
Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."
I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.
I thought we'd always stand together.
Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.
I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.
Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.
I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.
Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"
I stared at his small face for a long time.
Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."













































