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The Reborn Mom: Trapped in Her Son's Rivalry Drama

After Lin Xu's death, she realized the world she lived in was actually a novel. Her eldest son was a twisted villain obsessed with imprisoning the novel's heroine, engaging in dark and sinister "locked-room" games. Her second son was a morally dubious villain who would casually draw blood or harvest organs from stand-ins to save his "white moonlight" — the novel's heroine. And her only daughter? A hopelessly love-struck supporting character who revolved around the novel's male lead. "A mother's failure to teach her children is her own fault," Lin Xu thought after being reborn. Determined, she resolved to straighten out these rebellious kids. But before she could act, her eldest son's cold and intimidating face turned slightly red as he murmured, "Can you... pat my head?" Her second son turned away with a cold huff, his tone full of tsundere pride. "I... I’m not going home. But if you insist, I might consider it." Her daughter ran over and ruthlessly shoved her brothers aside. "Mom, come help me with this question~" Later, her two sons ended up in a full-on brawl over a bowl of noodles Lin Xu had made. The novel's heroine? Who cared about her when their mother was more important? Meanwhile, her daughter completely reinvented herself, determined that no male lead from any novel would interfere with her studies! The family became a harmonious and lively bunch. Then, one day, her supposedly deceased husband, who had lost his memory, suddenly reappeared. He cornered her against a wall, his eyes filled with struggle. "Even if you’re married, I still love you." Lin Xu pretended to be serious. "Oh? So what should we do about that?" He pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice deep and pained. "Divorce him!" Lin Xu chuckled to herself. "Alright, I'll divorce him right away." But when her husband regained his memory, he gritted his teeth and declared, "Divorce? Over my dead body!"
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WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
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