Shattered by the Alpha Stronger Than Ever novel Chapter 82

Chapter67

My gaze locked onto the portrait on the wall, my mother’s serene smile a stark contrast to the turmoll brewing inside me. Her beautiful face, frozen in time, concealed the secrets she’d carried.

Only I knew the truth the weight of living with a faithless husband, the slow erosion of trust, and the painful scars that never fully healed. Her eyes, though bright, held a hint of sadness, a whisper of resignation.

In that moment, I felt a deep connection to her, a sense of inherited pain. Had she, too, felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the burden of someone’s else betrayal.

My sobs intensified, mourning not just my own struggles but hers as well. The portrait, once a cherished family heirloom, now seemed like a haunting reminder of the generational wounds that lingered.

“Mom, I can’t do this.” I sobbed, my eyes locked onto her gentle smile.

Her portrait seemed to radiate warmth, as if she was looking back at me with unconditional love and care. I felt her presence envelop me, comforting me.

And then, like a whispered secret, I heard her voice in my mind. “You can, my Ruel.” The soft tone, the reassuring words – it was as if she was right beside me. The nickname she called me with, Ruel means star in Irish, she’d explain.

Memories flooded back, memories of her sharing her story, of how my father’s betrayal had once consumed her. But then, she’d speak of me, of how my birth had shifted her perspective.

“You were my light, my reason to keep going,” she’d said. “Your father’s mistakes faded into the background when I held you in my arms. Being your mother made everything else insignificant.”

I recalled the sparkle in her eyes, the softness of her voice, as she’d tell me how I’d healed her wounds. Her words became my mantra, echoing through the darkness

With newfound resolve, I stood up straight, wiping away tears. My mother’s love and strength coursed through me, reminding me that I, too, could rise above my pain

“Mom, I won’t let you down,” I whispered, my voice firm. “I’ll be strong, for myself and for our baby.” Her portrait seemed to smile back, as if proud of me.

I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away my tears and doubts. With each passing moment, determination grew within me. I dressed in my work attire, mechanically going through the motions, but my mind was already on tomorrow. The inevitable conversation with Keith loomed ahead.

Vet, I steeled myself, knowing I had to be strong for myself and my unborn child, My mother’s words echoed in my mind: “You can, my Heul.”

As I secured my name tag and grabbed my bag, a sense of resolve settled in. Keith’s actions wouldn’t control my life. And despite everything, he deserved to know about our child. It wasn’t about his worthiness, but about the baby’s right to know their father.

Taking a deep breath, I rehearsed the conversation in my head. Calm, assertive, and clear that’s how I’d face Keith tomorrow. For now, I had a shift to get through. I squared my shoulders and headed out the door, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The world outside seemed less daunting, as if my resolve had reshaped the landscape. Tomorrow would bring its challenges, but I was ready to meet them head–on

The night blurred together in a haze of routine tasks and forced smiles. But as I clocked out and stepped into the cool early morning air. Just as I began my weary trek home, Keith emerged from the shadows. His sudden appearance made me jump.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, hands tucked into his pockets. His eyes, once bright with affection, now seemed

cautious.

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