My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 59

"How could this be possible?" Andrew's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. "Caroline, this isn't true, right?" he asked me desperately.

"Just go home," I replied, turning my face away, unwilling to look at him for the first time. Everything was piling up, tangled and messy beyond repair.

Eventually, I got into Hector's car. When we returned home, I sat on the sofa, my head throbbing painfully. Hector said nothing, walking into the kitchen instead. Moments later, he came out carrying two bowls of pasta, each topped with a slice of beef.

"Your stomach isn't great; try to eat a little. I'll be going now." After setting everything down, he gently patted Elisa's head and left.

I took a bite of the warm pasta, my eyes moistening. The taste hadn't changed—it was just like before. He even remembered my stomach issues.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Elisa paused mid-bite, looking at me with concern. "Grandpa will be okay, don't worry. None of this is your fault..."

I shook my head.

That night, as I lay in bed, my hand stroking Elisa's hair, thoughts swirled in my mind about her purpose for being here. At dinner, I had asked her what she meant by "this time, it'll be alright." Elisa stayed silent, but the sadness in her eyes didn't escape me.

With her arrival, everything seemed to grow more confusing.

Andrew messaged me, apologizing for his behavior last night, saying he'd only acted out of jealousy. Normally, I would've been happy to hear from him, but now, something felt off, as if last night had revealed his true self. I quickly brushed off the thought—surely, I was overthinking.

Until I saw it with my own eyes: Andrew passionately kissing another woman. They were in the corner, locked in each other's arms, oblivious to everything around them. People in the bar seemed unbothered, with some even whistling as they walked by, as if it was a common sight.

It was as if they had all forgotten that not long ago, Andrew had been proposing to me in this very place. And I had almost said yes.

"You wanted to know why I despise Andrew? Just follow my lead, and you'll see who he truly is." Elisa's words echoed in my mind.

In that moment, my world felt like it was collapsing. It was as if a gaping wound had opened in my heart, draining every ounce of warmth. An icy chill crept up from my feet.

I had told him I would be busy with orchestra practice tonight and not to wait for me. And here I was, witnessing this.

The woman leaned back in the booth, lighting a cigarette, and smirked. "Yeah, I like it when they're in the heat of the moment. It's more exciting to play that way."

"Don't be mad, sweetie. All men make mistakes once in a while," she sneered.

Even now, everyone in the bar was united, treating me like a fool.

"Andrew, I truly misjudged you!" I spat. Elisa had told me that Andrew wasn't just working here as a pianist; he was charming the clientele. If I hadn't seen it myself, I never would have believed it.

"Caroline, I'm sorry! I truly love you. Please forgive me." Andrew, disregarding the stares of others, knelt down before me.

Seeing him grovel made my heart soften, but Elisa suddenly appeared, her voice sharp.

"You've been using my mom from the start! Love? Your love is worthless!" She held up a phone, and a recording began to play.