I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!
Chapter 1137: Proving them all right

Chapter 1137: Proving them all right

Felice wasn’t a perfect mother. She had her ups and downs and said and did things no parent would do in front of their children. But that didn’t make her a terrible mother. Hera couldn’t have imagined how she would turn up as an adult if she had a different mother. She could be worse.

It was why Felice’s death truly hurt Hera like no other.

Although Vicenzo’s death hurt her just as much, her father died of natural causes. He died because his bad habits caught up to him. But Felice... she was murdered. How could Hera let go of the people who took away her mother?

"Can you believe it, Mom?" Hera chuckled as she opened the bottle of wine she brought for her mother while sitting in front of the grave. "I was living in a different body for over a year. It’s like a fantasy plot — even I can’t believe it whenever I think about it. It felt so surreal; it’s like I’ve slept for a long time and then suddenly, woken up from the dream."

The wine popped faintly, making her snap her eyes at the gravestone. "For a while, I forgot the pain, the anger that kept me going as Hera Cruel."

"Heaven Liu," she continued. "That’s the name I lived as for the past year and a half. Heaven Liu. A has-been actress, a wife of a business magnate, and a mother of a genius boy. You would love Basti — I could already imagine you say that he took after me."

"I missed him just as much as I miss you." Hera slowly poured the wine into the empty wineglass, smiling. "I hate... missing people so much, Mom. Because if I miss them, it means I can’t be with them or they’re not with me anymore."

She slid the wineglass in front of the grave. "I want to forget, Mom. Forget about the pain, the anger, the reason I am Hera Cruel today. I wanted to be Heaven Liu, and I thought if there’s anything that I could do to be her, I would."

"But I can’t." Bitterness shone in her eyes as she thought about this long and hard enough. "At first, I thought the reason I woke up in Heaven’s body was to keep Dominic alive. That man is a magnet of very vicious people, including me. But when I returned to this body, I figured it was just a short gift."

"It’s a trial, a taste test of what life I could’ve had if I weren’t Hera Cruel. And you know what I thought about it when I realized that?" Hera lifted the bottle of wine and clinked it mildly against the wineglass. "I prefer to be Hera Cruel because Hera Cruel has a reason to know the person who had you killed, Heaven doesn’t. And if Hera wants revenge, she has all the reason to. But if Heaven thinks of finding out the real person or people behind your death, she’s foolish."

Hera chugged down a mouthful of wine straight from the bottle, hissing in satisfaction as it lined down her throat. "I can’t let them all off, Mom. Be it Heaven or Hera, your death will always stay at the back of my head and will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life."

"Eventually, I would hurt the people who loved me and I care about," she added, smiling bitterly at the name engraved on the gravestone. "Unless I want to live the rest of my life wondering who killed you? Who took my mother away from me? And who forced me into a position where I can only be crazy to stay sane."

"They said you birthed a monster in this world." A thin layer of frost coated Hera’s eyes, concealing the initial bitterness in them. "And I plan to prove them all right. You, Felice Cruel, birthed a monster and brought up a curse into this world."

"I might still hurt people I care about in the process, but I’m not stopping now. I won’t take a moment to pause or question myself." Slowly, the corner of her lips curled up into a malicious smirk. "Being Hera Cruel is something I’ve hated — loathed, mom. This is the truth, a confession I never made in the past. However, being Hera Cruel isn’t something I regret."

She chugged another mouthful and breathed out through her gaping mouth. She looked up at the sky, taking a moment to breathe in the peacefulness in here. When she set her eyes back on the gravestone, Hera stood up.

"I’m letting you go, Mom," she said as she drizzled the rest of the wine on the tomb. "I hope you do not worry about me anymore. Just rest in peace. I’m going to live this life on my own terms; no turning back, no regrets."

A peaceful smile turned up on her face. "Though I might have to uncover more about the things I didn’t know about my mother. I might learn a thing or two about you, which you didn’t want me to know. Or rather, things about you that you thought I wasn’t ready to find out."

"Until next time." She placed down the empty bottle of wine beside the gravestone and smiled subtly. "Next time, I’ll bring in my children with me and my husband. You’ll love them and you’ll realize you can’t disapprove of all the boys I hadn’t even met."

Hera idled by her mother’s grave before she turned. A chuckle escaped her when her eyes fell on her father’s grave, which was just right next to her mom’s.

"Sorry, Dad. I didn’t bring you wine because alcohol and cigarettes are what killed you," she joked. "I won’t try to kill you even after death. But don’t worry, now that I’ve successfully ignored you, you have more reason to complain to Mom and ask her to make you feel better."

Now that she thought about it, she probably got her clinginess and mischievousness from him. After all, she loved to complain to Dominic just because he consoled her, despite knowing she was just exaggerating. Exactly what his father would do to exploit his wife.

Her mouth stretched from ear to ear, squatting down beside her father’s grave, and whispered, "You’re welcome."

With that being said, Hera turned around and walked away. But then, she stopped after five steps and looked back at them. The wineglass she placed near the tomb tipped over and the wine slowly crawled to her father’s grave.

"Hah." She laughed, shaking her head as she walked away to the gate of the private lot owned by the Cruel.

Joker glanced at her as he caught her figure approaching. "How’s the reunion?"

"My mother is still an enabler and my father is still as stubborn," she joked, walking past him as she headed straight to the co-pilot place. When she got in and Joker settled in his position, Hera spoke as soon as she put on her headphones.

"We’re heading somewhere else first," she said, earning a look from him. "So, while we’re out, tell the guys to investigate someone for me. I want to learn everything about this person — every detail, big or small, starting from the day she was born."

Deep lines appeared between Joker’s brows as he asked, "Who?"

"Felice Cruel."