My Dad Tried to Kill Me, for His Mistress' Son - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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"So Mom," I asked as the mechanic got to work, "what made you decide to take this trip to Volkten with just me?"
I'd wondered about this in my last life too. Family vacations weren't really Mom's thing—especially not ones where she left Dad behind. This had to mean something.
At my question, Mom's smile faltered. She pressed her lips together like she was physically holding back words.
The dramatic pause sent my imagination into overdrive.
Wait a minute... Was Dad not my real father? Was my biological dad waiting in Volkten? Was this some secret reunion now that I was grown?
Thanks to years of daytime TV, my brain instantly conjured up a full telenovela-worthy scene. And honestly? That would've been kind of awesome.
Moms always know. The second my eyes started darting around, she read me like an open book.
"Stop it right there," she said, swatting my arm with an eye roll. "I never cheated on your father, drama queen."
She took a deep breath. "We're going because your grandfather is dying. Your uncle reached out—asked me to come home one last time."
"When I married your dad, your grandfather completely disapproved. I was so furious I cut all ties and never looked back."
A shadow crossed her face—that mix of regret and resignation adults get when they realize some bridges burned too long ago to rebuild. I opened my mouth to ask more, but the mechanic chose that moment to walk over, wiping grease from his hands with a grim expression.
"Bad news. This car shouldn't be on the road."
He ticked off the issues on his fingers: "Worn brake pads—one hard stop on the highway and you'd spin out. Engine's shot. Oh, and there's a fuel leak."
Mom went rigid. "That can't be right," she snapped. "My husband just had it serviced!"
The mechanic shrugged. "Ma'am, I call 'em like I see 'em. You're welcome to get a second opinion, but I wouldn't drive this death trap home."
I put a hand on Mom's arm before she could argue. "Just fix it," I told him. "Fast as you can."
Then I lowered my voice. "Mom, remember that weird life insurance policy Dad took out on us?"
The color drained from her face. She didn't let me finish—just grabbed her phone and stormed outside, already dialing with shaking fingers.
I'd wondered about this in my last life too. Family vacations weren't really Mom's thing—especially not ones where she left Dad behind. This had to mean something.
At my question, Mom's smile faltered. She pressed her lips together like she was physically holding back words.
The dramatic pause sent my imagination into overdrive.
Wait a minute... Was Dad not my real father? Was my biological dad waiting in Volkten? Was this some secret reunion now that I was grown?
Thanks to years of daytime TV, my brain instantly conjured up a full telenovela-worthy scene. And honestly? That would've been kind of awesome.
Moms always know. The second my eyes started darting around, she read me like an open book.
"Stop it right there," she said, swatting my arm with an eye roll. "I never cheated on your father, drama queen."
She took a deep breath. "We're going because your grandfather is dying. Your uncle reached out—asked me to come home one last time."
"When I married your dad, your grandfather completely disapproved. I was so furious I cut all ties and never looked back."
A shadow crossed her face—that mix of regret and resignation adults get when they realize some bridges burned too long ago to rebuild. I opened my mouth to ask more, but the mechanic chose that moment to walk over, wiping grease from his hands with a grim expression.
"Bad news. This car shouldn't be on the road."
He ticked off the issues on his fingers: "Worn brake pads—one hard stop on the highway and you'd spin out. Engine's shot. Oh, and there's a fuel leak."
Mom went rigid. "That can't be right," she snapped. "My husband just had it serviced!"
The mechanic shrugged. "Ma'am, I call 'em like I see 'em. You're welcome to get a second opinion, but I wouldn't drive this death trap home."
I put a hand on Mom's arm before she could argue. "Just fix it," I told him. "Fast as you can."
Then I lowered my voice. "Mom, remember that weird life insurance policy Dad took out on us?"
The color drained from her face. She didn't let me finish—just grabbed her phone and stormed outside, already dialing with shaking fingers.
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