Chapter 143: The Whole Situation Is Messy!!!

But the grandparents refused. In the end, the result was that she stayed back and forth for periods of time. By middle school, she began living at school.

“My aunt is only five years older than me. Back then, she even bought my first sanitary pad and taught me hand by hand how to use it. In my heart, she was my real mother.”

Abigail said with a face full of tenderness, “When I was little, I was dirty like a coal ball. My clothes were all hand-me-downs from other relatives. Only my aunt would buy me new clothes every time.”

“Later, someone introduced my dad to a disabled widow. At that time my aunt had just graduated from university. Afraid I would be wronged, she desperately wanted to fight to raise me.”

“My dad didn’t agree. In the end, she came up with a compromise. Marrying my dad would let her care for me legitimately.”

Ryan interrupted her, “Wait, then your dad must be quite old.”

“Twenty years older than my aunt!!!”

Abigail said with a dim look, “My aunt is even prettier than my mom. At that time many people shook their heads and said it was a pity, and also said my dad was lucky to have such beautiful sisters serving him.”

Ryan thought about it. It really was true. How much green smoke would his ancestral grave have to produce for this kind of good thing.

“But he thought too much. After getting the certificate, my aunt never let him touch her. She had just graduated and had no money, but she still took me away and rented a place outside.”

“Your dad allowed that?”

Ryan continued asking gossipily.

“My dad was so angry at that time, how would he have time to care about me. Besides, he was never close to me since childhood. In his later years he thought the family was so poor because my mom made that scene back then, causing him to lose his job and retirement pension.”

Abigail said lightly, “My grandfather didn’t like me, this granddaughter. My grandmother moved to live with my uncle who had a grandson.”

Her maternal grandparents were tormented and soon closed their eyes. Precisely because these old people were no longer in the way, Meher could keep the young Abigail by her side.

“Then why are they divorcing now?”

Ryan asked.

Abigail said lightly, “The procedures are done. Just waiting to get the certificate. Mainly because my aunt is hospitalized now. My dad is afraid if she dies, he’ll be a widower and it’ll sound bad.”

“Also, I heard he found a new partner, so in the future they can avoid each other completely.”

Ryan finally asked gossipily, “How did you and your stepmother, your aunt, get together.”

This was the most crucial part. An evil lesbian tricked a marriage and took away her sister’s daughter, and in the end actually slept with her sister’s daughter. Too explosive.

“Giggle, because I secretly watched my mom’s bed scene!”

Abigail’s face was flushed, her breathing became rapid.

Her eyes had more mist swirling in them, as if remembering the past, and also as if remembering those rippling, beautiful times.

Since childhood, she had always called her aunt Mom. In the end Meher successfully tricked the marriage and truly became her mom. For Abigail, that was a happy moment. She could openly call her Mom.

After moving out of her grandmother’s house, she lived at school. On weekends she returned to the small rented house where her aunt lived. She basically cut off contact with her father’s family.

And because of the sisters’ bizarre affair, Meher also stopped interacting with relatives at home. Life became simple and happy instead.

Meher absolutely treated her as her own. She lived frugally on a limited salary, but never let Abigail suffer in food, clothing, or daily necessities.

Everything developed in a beautiful direction. Meher claimed to the outside that she was separated from her husband and lived alone with her daughter.

This way, no one urged her to marry or introduced partners to her. She said with a smile that it was finally quiet, and she would not suffer strange looks for being an older unmarried woman.

Meher joked that her daughter was a gift from heaven…

But Abigail felt very guilty and developed a heart ailment. In her view, it was because of her that her aunt could not marry and have children like a normal person, could not live like a normal person.

Her mother’s willful madness made her a burden to her aunt, the source of her abnormal life.

Until one time, Meher’s university classmate got married. She took Abigail to that city to attend the wedding.

During the wedding, looking at the beautiful bride, Meher cried the whole time. At first Abigail thought she was happy for her classmate and moved by the wedding.

Or perhaps her aunt also regretted not marrying or having a wedding, which made Abigail’s guilt even worse.

As a result, the next day, the bride changed into casual clothes and came to the hotel. They played all day, and at night she told the groom to go back by himself. She wanted to relive memories with her best friend.

The groom agreed with a smile and went back. That day they had played until tired. Abigail took a shower and went to bed early.

They had booked a twin room. Lying there hazily, Abigail heard the conversation over there. From campus life at first to a gradually strange silence, and then one sentence made her completely lose sleep.

“Your daughter is asleep. It’s fine!!”

“Baby, I’m sorry. Back then I abandoned you and made you sad for so long. But at that time, for the child’s sake, I had no choice.”

“I understand. You treat her as your own. This is your responsibility. I never blamed you.”

“I didn’t marry to get back at you. My parents are both conservative people. I couldn’t go against their wishes.”

The more she listened, the more wrong it felt. Abigail quietly turned over and moved a little closer in the darkness. At this point she had completely lost her sleepiness and only wanted to instinctively peek at what was really going on.

In the dim light, two women were hugging each other. While talking, their hands caressed each other’s bodies.

“Is he good to you???”

“Pretty good. His personality is very gentle and honest. My dad said this kind of person is suitable for living together. Besides, they only have me as a daughter and are counting on me to give them a grandchild.”

Faintly, her aunt Meher turned over and kissed her mouth, then began taking off the bride’s bra, asking a little excitedly, “You’ve had sex with him, right.”

“We did…”

The bride said shyly, raising her chest and lifting her hips so Meher could smoothly strip her into a naked lamb.

“Your breasts have been touched bigger by him. Giggle. Then tell me, what does it feel like to have sex with a man…”

Meher’s breathing was rapid, and her words began to become dirty.

To Abigail, this aunt felt so unfamiliar. In her heart, her aunt was a gentle mother, a dignified, knowledgeable, and elegant cultured woman.

She gave her a mother’s tenderness, and was also a friend she could tell everything to. She could be said to be the most important person in her life.