I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 1136: MOM

Chapter 1136: MOM

[FLASHBACK]

"Mom?" Sixteen-year-old Hera looked at the gorgeous woman eating across from her. "How did you know Dad is the one?"

The beautiful middle-aged woman slowly chewed the steak while looking at her daughter. "That’s an interesting question."

"He was your target," Hera shrugged indifferently. "Why didn’t you kill him?"

"If I killed your father, I wouldn’t have given birth to you."

"And you regret giving birth to me."

"That is only because I realized you deserve better than the life we could give you," Felice clarified playfully before she took a sip from the wine. "At this age, you could’ve been out in a club, partying with your friends. Meeting boys I would never approve of, arguing with your mom, and blaming me for every little failed decision you make."

Hera laughed while Felice placed down the glass of wine.

"But instead, here you are, dining with a middle-aged woman in a restaurant I booked for the rest of the night. And the reason is not because I like privacy or because I have plenty of money to burn, but because I’m scared someone will put a bullet in my head before I can even have a taste of this steak." Felice looked around the empty fine-dining restaurant. "What makes you ask that question, Hera?"

"I’m curious."

Felice chuckled, studying her daughter’s face, which shared equal features of her father and hers. "I almost killed him, you know?"

"Oh?"

"But that foolish man asked me to sleep with him before I pulled the trigger, telling me he wouldn’t die of regret if I did."

"You fell for that?" Hera cringed. "Mom, are you that easy?"

"Haha!" Felice burst out in laughter. "I didn’t sleep with him."

"Huh?"

"Although your foolish father asked me the question, it didn’t mean I find it insulting or flattering. He’s a man who would get his hands on everything he sees... interesting. He’s a felon — the most dangerous one," Felice explained, eyes softening as she recalled how everything started. "I came with a mission and that is to take home his head. But what I didn’t know is that my death is planned alongside his."

"Your boss tried to kill you?" Hera leaned forward in disbelief. "Why?"

Felice shrugged. "I already know a lot and even before I could pull the trigger in your father’s head, he saved me. Though that is only the beginning of a long story before I fell in love with his wickedness."

"I see." Hera rocked her head in understanding. "So, that’s what happened."

"Did you make a bet with anyone that your mother is a slut?"

"I would make bets, but not with your reputation."

"Oh, Hera. The reputation I carry is already tarnished."

Hera leaned forward suspiciously. "Mom, were you a slut before you met Dad?"

"How dare you?"

"What? You just said your reputation is already tarnished!" Hera frowned while Felice chuckled aloud. "You’re messing with me, Mom."

"I have to because if I don’t, I’m afraid my daughter will be socially awkward." Felice sighed heavily. "I’m afraid you’re becoming more and more boyish."

"You think I’m boyish?" Hera moved her chest out, displaying the beautiful dress she was wearing. "This is boyish in your eyes, Mom?"

Felice smiled in amusement and cupped her face. "I know you are not, but your train of thought and how you speak isn’t so lady-like. If you meet your grandparents, they will set you straight until you’re a lady in their eyes."

"I have grandparents?" Hera gasped, earning another wave of laughter from her mother. "All this time, I believed I didn’t have grandparents. But now, you’re telling me I have grandparents?"

"When I was your age, I hated them with passion. Everything I do is never enough for them, telling me I’m a shame of the family and that I’m the only dent in their perfect family," Felice remarked, sharing something she had never shared with her daughter before. "Do I still hate them now? No. I forgave them the moment I had you because I finally understood what it’s like to be a parent."

"But you never made me feel like I’m a mistake, even though you always tell me you regret having a child," Hera replied in a knowing tone. "Don’t worry. I don’t take that part to the heart, since you spoil me anyway."

"Haha." Felice chuckled at her daughter’s honesty. "It’s not that I understood why they could treat a child so badly, but rather, I understood the fact they were trying to raise me in a way they thought was right. Do I agree with their methods of raising a child? Of course not. I would never say anything that I know would hurt my daughter."

"But... I understand that as a parent, we can only do so much," she added with a soothing smile, reaching for Hera’s hand on the table. "No matter what we do, the harshest reality we have as a parent is we have to accept that we can’t protect our children from everything. Therefore, all we can do is nurture them into someone who can protect and fend for themselves."

Hera smiled. "Well, you did a great job, Mom. I can protect myself."

"And sometimes, I wish I should’ve thrown you away so you won’t have to protect yourself from the things you shouldn’t protect yourself to begin with."

"Too late to say that now, is it?" Hera joked, watching her mother smile helplessly. She slowly squeezed her mother’s rough hands and added, "It’s okay, Mom. You didn’t raise a wuss, but a tough cookie."

"Hera." Felice sighed heavily. "Someday, I’ll tell you more about me and your grandparents."

"I already hate them."

Felice chuckled. "I hope you’d still listen."

"I always listen to you," Hera quipped. "Was there ever a time I didn’t?"

"Never." Felice’s smile broadened while Hera grinned.

With that being said, they resumed their meal with Felice grilling Hera about her real motive for asking her the question about their love story. Hera denied and used the excuse of curiosity, but eventually, gave in and told her mother the real reason.

It was a peaceful night, a typical dinner the mother and daughter had, and their last meal together.

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Hera stood in front of a gravestone where her mother’s name was engraved. There wasn’t anything on the tomb aside from Felice’s name; there was no date of birth or a date of death. Her mother liked it when people guess her age, after all. She was also not a fan of any short sentiments. Hence, the almost blank gravestone.

"Hi, Mom." Hera’s eyes softened as a thin layer of tears coated them, smiling subtly. "You... have no idea how I hate coming in here. It just reminds me that I miss you."

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