In his eyes [18+]

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M A Y A       M O R R I S O N

"MAYA" I heard my mom shout from downstairs.

"Coming, Mom!" I responded, setting my book down on the nightstand next to my bed. I got off my bed, put on my sandals, and headed for the door.

I walk downstairs to find my mother sitting at the dining table with her hands crossed in front of her, looking tensed?

"Yes, mom?" I take a seat across from hers, cocking my eyebrow at her.

"Honey, we have a very important dinner tonight." my mother got up from her chair and moved to the seat right next to mine. I made a questionable face as I try to read any sort of emotion from her face.

"Mom, what's this really about?" I ask with a little bit of hesitation. Her look was scaring me for some reason.

"You know I really love your dad." my mom reaches over and takes my hand in hers. "But I also love someone else,"

"Mom" I whisper, my voice barely audible as my nerves start to kick in. How could she? Did I hear right?

"Your kidding." I chuckle out loud, my mother gives me a serious look and shook her head.

"I'm not..." She whispered.

I knew it, she was cheating on my dad.

You may think I'm being harsh calling my own mother a cheater but when you see her sneak out in the middle of the night with dad sleeping soundly in bed and she comes home messy, sweaty, and smelling like sex, it leaves only little for your imagination to imagine; 'working out' is one of them.

"You can't be serious, Mom— it's only been about two years since Dad died," I said, my voice trembling and tears welling in my eyes. She lowered her gaze, looking ashamed as I pulled my hand away from hers.

"Maya—"

"I can’t believe you," I murmured in disbelief, rising from the chair while she looked at me, hurt and teary-eyed.

Throughout my childhood, I believed my parents were happy, although beneath the surface, things were far from perfect. My mom repeatedly betrayed my dad, who kept forgiving her until he finally chose to seek a divorce.

Honestly, I felt relieved by his decision because my mom's ongoing betrayal was deeply hurting my dad.

Every evening, I would find my dad sitting by the pool, a bottle of alcohol beside him and a photo of my mother clutched to his chest, as he wept openly.