Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 142

Arwen still remembered it. It was the most painful day of her life. She had cried, asking her mother not to take away one thing she held precious, but it was like no amount of her tears were enough to melt her mother’s heart. She had decided to make her give up on her dream, and she didn’t settle until she succeeded in that.

She was young; so she thought her mother was seeing the greater big for her. However, as she grew up, she realized that staying with Ryan was no good for her.

Catrin’s lips curled into a sneer. "It doesn’t matter what I had to do to make sure Delyth was out of the way. What matters is that you have failed to live up the your role, Arwen. You were supposed to secure your future with Ryan and become the future matriarch of the Foster family and you failed. Now you want to blame me? And what was so great about the stage? It was your other silly hobby that held nothing good."

Arwen’s heart twisted painfully as her mother dismissed her passion as ’silly’. The stage has been her sanctuary —the one place she felt free, where she could lose and find herself all at once. It was the dream she had nurtured since childhood, the one thing that made her feel alive and complete. She remembered the horse she had spent in the studio, dancing until her muscles burned, her soul soaring with each graceful movement. But her mother had reduced it to nothing more than a meaningless pastime.

"Mom, dancing was never a silly hobby," Arwen said, her voice barely above the whisper. "It was my dream. And you didn’t take it for my own good. You took it because it didn’t fit into your plans for me."

Catrin’s expression remained unmoved. her cold gaze locked on Arwen. "Enough with the self-pity, Arwen. You are acting as if I ruined your life. I made sacrifices for you, made the right choices to secure your future —something you clearly don’t value. But you are too blinded by this ’dream’ nonsense to see it."

Self-pity! Really! Was that how her mother was now going to define it all? Arwen couldn’t take it anymore. Clenching her hands into fists, she stood and looked her mother in the eye.

"Mom, just stop it. Don’t make me …hate you."

Catrin’s face flushed with anger. "Say that again," she challenged. And Arwen didn’t even hesitate in repeating herself.

"Mom, I said don’t make me hate you. Your words right now are not humiliating me; they are making you seem small in his eyes. So, please, stop. Stop before I can’t stop myself from hating you."

"Arwen, I am your mother. How can you talk to me like that?" Catrin saw red. She hasn’t expected Arwen to speak like that, not even in her dreadest dream. To her, Arwen was the daughter she shaped. How could she turn back and speak to her like that?