Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy had always suspected that Genevieve's past profession might not have been honorable. After all, how many mistresses could claim to be virtuous women? But this was the first tGenevieve had frankly spoken about her past. The truth was both as Ivy had imagined and yet not entirely the same.

"Mom, this isn't your fault. It's the fault of those who take joy in mocking others." "How is it not my fault? Back in my day, getting into college was a major achievement, especially in our small town where most people dropped out of middle school or even elementary school to work.

When I got into the best high school in the city, your grandparents were overjoyed. Graduating from that school guaranteed you at least a shot at college.

Your grandfather poured his heart and soul into my education. If I hadn't been blinded by the lure of money, I could have gone to college and secured a bright future.

But I was too young and gave in to the temptation of material luxuries that should have clater in life.

The man who keptas his mistress had no intention of marrying me. I was left alone to have an abortion, expelled from school, and your grandmother cried for days until her eyes were red.

I'll never forget the cold, lonely feeling of lying on that operating table. But back then, I didn't think I was wrong-l thought the world was unfair.

I believed it was their jealousy and ridicule that pushedto that point. That's why I fought on my own afterward.

When your grandparents found out what I was doing, they thought I was incorrigible and completely cutoff. They disownedand forbadefrom returning home.

Our family had always been scholars, with ancestors who held high-ranking positions in government. They couldn't bear the shI brought.

I felt they didn't understand me, so I refused to go back. At the time, I was earning a lot and was addicted to that lifestyle, so I didn't think about home.

It wasn't until I ended up in this situation, with you and your brother, that I finally understood your grandparents' feelings.

Maybe their greatest wish wasn't forto earn a fortune or live a luxurious life, but simply to stay healthy and live with integrity.

I let them down. I lost my sense of morality, and that's why I ended up like this. They were right.

I tore apart other people's families, doing things that would inevitably bring retribution. It wasn't a matter of 'if,' but 'when.' Back then, I thought it was consensual-two willing parties-so what was my fault? But now I realize the retribution didn't fall on me-it landed on you. Ivy, promise me, won't you? From now on, live a simple life. Let's not seek revenge. Let's just live quietly and peacefully, okay?" The life she used to scorn had now becthe one she yearned for most. A quiet, uneventful life didn't seem so bad anymore.

Ivy nodded. "Okay." "Look at me, rambling on just because I had a few dumplings. They've gone cold now. Eat them quickly and tellif they're good. I remember you and Zach loved dumplings when you were little. I saved sfor Zach-when he comes back, I'll cook them for him." Genevieve had been talking a lot lately. Perhaps her tin prison had changed her. She now cherished every moment she could spend with her children.

Ivy bit into a dumpling, the meat filling spilling into her mouth-savory, even slightly sweet. But there was no joy in her expression.

As she listened to Genevieve's words, tears fell one by one into her bowl. Genevieve noticed her lowered face. "Why are you crying, Ivy? Did someone bully you?" "No, Mom. It's nothing. I was just thinking about the days we spent with the Montgomery family." Ivy hastily made up an excuse.

She couldn't let Genevieve know the truth. Given her mother's current health and fragile state of mind, it would be too much for her to bear. Ivy didn't want to hurt Genevieve again.

If retribution truly existed, she felt it had already been enough. The rest was hers to endure as the daughter.

"Yes, back then, we had everything we could ever want in the Montgomery family. We were so used to that life that it's hard to adjust now.

But Ivy, you need to take your tand shift your mindset. Our era has passed, and maybe that's not a bad thing. You've grown so much more mature-there's always something gained in loss." Genevieve had learned to find solace in hardship. What began as resentment had gradually turned into acceptance. Ivy quickly wiped away her tears.

"Yes, something gained in loss." "Don't worry. The wheel of fortune turns. No one stays lucky forever, and no one stays unlucky forever. I've cto believe that.

Suffering is only temporary. We've endured so much pain already-there won't be anything worse ahead. Good fortune will come, Ivy. Believe in that." Ivy murmured, "Yes, suffering is only temporary." "That's the spirit. I'll stop talking now-finish your food," Genevieve said with a gentle smile.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues.poin us for the competence in for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Ivy quickly ate her dumplings. When she looked up, she met Genevieve's warm gaze. "Mom, I think you've changed," Ivy said softly.

"Silly child. A flower goes through countless changes from bud to bloom to wilting. How could people not change?" "Before, you always spoiled us and never lectured us. Now, you've learned how to comfort people. I think this version of you is more grounded in reality." "That's because I hadn't grown up before. People only truly mature after facing hardships." Genevieve gently stroked Ivy's head.

"Mom."

"So, is that boy good? If he is, bring him hto meetone day.

e day. im don't care if he's rich or not, as long as he treats you well." Genevieve's voice was tender.

"I'll bring him when there's time. He wants to meet you too. And yes, he's very good-really good, Ivy said, her expression softening slightly at the mention of Walsh. "Just look at you-I can tell he's a good one." "You'll see when you meet him. Oh, Mom, by the way, I'll be going out for a bit later. Don't call Zach for now-he already spoke toyesterday." "That boy-still so playful at his age. You make sure to chearly." "Okay, Mom." Ivy had planned to rest, but she couldn't relax until Zachary's matter was resolved. She quickly changed her clothes and headed out again.

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