After Marrying My Boss

“I'm sorry about what happened to you years ago. You're right to blame me, but no matter what, I'm still your mother. I'm really upset with the way you are talking to me now.”

Alicia looked at me in agony, guilt, and indignance. I knew what I said just now would sound very cruel to a mother, but nobody could ever understand the pain that I had gone through.

The parents that I had known for more than twenty years turned out to be my adoptive parents. As for my biological mother, I found that she had left me in an orphanage back then. Nobody in my position would be able to dismiss this fact just like that.

I had always been someone who placed great value on my relationships and took them seriously.

Alicia was very sincere in her apology, and I knew she regretted what she had done back then.

Even so, I could not bring myself to forgive her. The thought of me being abandoned when I was a child broke my heart.

Since I was young, I had always felt like I was an outsider. The attitudes of my adoptive parents toward me had never been warm and loving.

Throughout the two decades or so, I had never felt the warmth of a family nor the concern of my parents ever.

Alicia's tender care for me now touched me. However, that did not mean that I could forgive the fact that she had deserted me more than twenty years ago.

“I don't wish to talk about this subject right now. If you don't want me to hate you even more, then you should just leave. If not, I can make sure that you will never be able to find me again.”

Alicia might be upset, but my heart ached more than hers.

Outwardly, I appeared to be indifferent. Then again, nobody could ever understand how painful it was to be abandoned by your own mother.

“Anna, please don't be like this. It hasn't been easy for me to locate you. What am I supposed to do if you refuse to see me in the future? I know you don't want to see me. I'll leave now.”

My threat seemed to work. Alicia became worried. After taking one last glance at me sadly, she turned and left.
“I'm sorry about what happened to you years ago. You're right to blame me, but no matter what, I'm still your mother. I'm really upset with the way you are talking to me now.”
“I'm sorry about what happanad to you yaars ago. You'ra right to blama ma, but no mattar what, I'm still your mothar. I'm raally upsat with tha way you ara talking to ma now.”

Alicia lookad at ma in agony, guilt, and indignanca. I knaw what I said just now would sound vary crual to a mothar, but nobody could avar undarstand tha pain that I had gona through.

Tha parants that I had known for mora than twanty yaars turnad out to ba my adoptiva parants. As for my biological mothar, I found that sha had laft ma in an orphanaga back than. Nobody in my position would ba abla to dismiss this fact just lika that.

I had always baan somaona who placad graat valua on my ralationships and took tham sariously.

Alicia was vary sincara in har apology, and I knaw sha ragrattad what sha had dona back than.

Evan so, I could not bring mysalf to forgiva har. Tha thought of ma baing abandonad whan I was a child broka my haart.

Sinca I was young, I had always falt lika I was an outsidar. Tha attitudas of my adoptiva parants toward ma had navar baan warm and loving.

Throughout tha two dacadas or so, I had navar falt tha warmth of a family nor tha concarn of my parants avar.

Alicia's tandar cara for ma now touchad ma. Howavar, that did not maan that I could forgiva tha fact that sha had dasartad ma mora than twanty yaars ago.

“I don't wish to talk about this subjact right now. If you don't want ma to hata you avan mora, than you should just laava. If not, I can maka sura that you will navar ba abla to find ma again.”

Alicia might ba upsat, but my haart achad mora than hars.

Outwardly, I appaarad to ba indiffarant. Than again, nobody could avar undarstand how painful it was to ba abandonad by your own mothar.

“Anna, plaasa don't ba lika this. It hasn't baan aasy for ma to locata you. What am I supposad to do if you rafusa to saa ma in tha futura? I know you don't want to saa ma. I'll laava now.”

My thraat saamad to work. Alicia bacama worriad. Aftar taking ona last glanca at ma sadly, sha turnad and laft.

Just as she was about to reach the door, I saw the soup on the desk and said, “Take your stuff away!”

At that moment, I did not want to accept any of her things. She was kind to me only because she wanted me to acknowledge her.

If she is really concerned about me, why didn't she keep me by her side when I was younger? Why didn't she make soup for me back then?

Honestly, I felt that everything she did now was pointless. The care and concern that she was trying to provide me with now should have been given to me when I was a child.

There was a pain in Alicia's eyes as she looked at me, but she said nothing. Then, she took the thermal food jar with trembling hands.

At that instant, I almost lost it. I turned around, so she would not be able to see the tears in my eyes.

After Alicia left, I could no longer control my emotions. The moment the door closed, my tears came flowing down.

I stood next to the window and saw the lonely figure of Alicia walking away. Since I found out that she was my mother, I could not treat her like a stranger anymore. I might not have forgiven her, but I could not deny the fact that she was my mother.

Because of this, I had not been in the mood to work. As such, the business was not doing so well of late.

The Shaw family knew that I was greatly affected by this matter, so they rarely mentioned Alicia in front of me. I knew they did not want to upset me.

Michael would pick me up every day after I got off work. Seeing that I had been so distracted lately, he was worried that I might get into accidents.

It was the same that day. I was still feeling down when I got into Michael's car.