My PE Teacher's Forbidden Lesson - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The next day, I whipped up a meal, and Mom sat in the living room with Ethan Roland, digging in.
Then I realized—we were out of soy sauce. Calling for Mom was pointless; she wouldn't move an inch. Ethan had just arrived and didn't know the area, so I had no choice but to turn off the stove and make a quick run to the store.
But when I got back, clutching just a bottle of soy sauce, the living room was empty.
Two wine glasses sat on the table.
My stomach twisted. This was bad.
I bolted to the bedroom—only to find Mom straddling Ethan, fingers working at his buttons while he lay limp beneath her.
Rage shot through me. I grabbed her arm and yanked her off.
She jerked back, startled, then quickly plastered on a fake smile. "Lily, your boyfriend can't handle his liquor. One glass and he was out cold."
"I was just helping him relax. His jacket looked tight, so I loosened it."
Bullshit. Ethan wasn't a lightweight.
And I knew Mom's playbook—if she couldn't seduce a man, she'd dope him.
I snapped. "Do you even see me as your daughter? How could you try to take my boyfriend? Do you have any shame?"
Her face darkened. Defiance wasn't something she tolerated. "So what if I slipped him something? Shouldn't a daughter share with her mother?"
"You feast while I starve. Is that how a child repays her parent?"
I glared. "He's not food. He's a person—my boyfriend. How could you do this? Where's your dignity as a mother?"
She scoffed. "Dignity? I raised you! You'd be nothing without me!"
"If I'd known you'd turn out this ungrateful, I should've smothered you at birth!"
I ignored her, grabbing a glass of water and splashing it on Ethan's face.
He groaned, blinking slowly.
Once he came to, he admitted Mom had pressured him into drinking. One glass, and the room had spun into blackness.
No surprise there.
As soon as he was steady, we packed up and left for the city where I went to university. I took my household register, severed my residency from hers, and changed my number.
She'd never been a mother to me.
Since middle school, I'd survived on scholarships and part-time gigs. She hadn't given me a dime.
I'd once thought I'd take care of her someday—out of duty, not love.
But now? She'd never change.
If I stayed, she'd drain me dry—a parasite, wrecking everything I built.
So I chose freedom.
I told Ethan everything—my past, Mom's schemes, the life I'd endured.
Instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner," he murmured, holding me tight. "You shouldn't have had to face that alone."
Then I realized—we were out of soy sauce. Calling for Mom was pointless; she wouldn't move an inch. Ethan had just arrived and didn't know the area, so I had no choice but to turn off the stove and make a quick run to the store.
But when I got back, clutching just a bottle of soy sauce, the living room was empty.
Two wine glasses sat on the table.
My stomach twisted. This was bad.
I bolted to the bedroom—only to find Mom straddling Ethan, fingers working at his buttons while he lay limp beneath her.
Rage shot through me. I grabbed her arm and yanked her off.
She jerked back, startled, then quickly plastered on a fake smile. "Lily, your boyfriend can't handle his liquor. One glass and he was out cold."
"I was just helping him relax. His jacket looked tight, so I loosened it."
Bullshit. Ethan wasn't a lightweight.
And I knew Mom's playbook—if she couldn't seduce a man, she'd dope him.
I snapped. "Do you even see me as your daughter? How could you try to take my boyfriend? Do you have any shame?"
Her face darkened. Defiance wasn't something she tolerated. "So what if I slipped him something? Shouldn't a daughter share with her mother?"
"You feast while I starve. Is that how a child repays her parent?"
I glared. "He's not food. He's a person—my boyfriend. How could you do this? Where's your dignity as a mother?"
She scoffed. "Dignity? I raised you! You'd be nothing without me!"
"If I'd known you'd turn out this ungrateful, I should've smothered you at birth!"
I ignored her, grabbing a glass of water and splashing it on Ethan's face.
He groaned, blinking slowly.
Once he came to, he admitted Mom had pressured him into drinking. One glass, and the room had spun into blackness.
No surprise there.
As soon as he was steady, we packed up and left for the city where I went to university. I took my household register, severed my residency from hers, and changed my number.
She'd never been a mother to me.
Since middle school, I'd survived on scholarships and part-time gigs. She hadn't given me a dime.
I'd once thought I'd take care of her someday—out of duty, not love.
But now? She'd never change.
If I stayed, she'd drain me dry—a parasite, wrecking everything I built.
So I chose freedom.
I told Ethan everything—my past, Mom's schemes, the life I'd endured.
Instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner," he murmured, holding me tight. "You shouldn't have had to face that alone."
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