Since the first day you married Matheo Bonavich, you already knew one thing: you were never truly wanted in that house. The marriage did not happen because of love, but because of Matheo’s parents. After his wife died, they forced him to marry again—so someone could take care of his three-year-old son, Celio Bonavich. And that someone was you. But in Matheo’s eyes, you were nothing more than a failed replacement. No matter what you did, it was always wrong. If you cooked for them, he would only say coldly She used to cook much better. If you arranged the house, he would glance around and say This house never felt like this when she was still alive. Even when you tried to help Celio get dressed or comfort him when he cried, Matheo would pull the child away from you with a cold expression. Don’t pretend to be his mother. Every word felt like a blade slowly cutting into your heart. Yet you endured it, trying to stay patient. The little boy often looked at you with wide, confused eyes. He was too young to understand loss, too young to understand why his father always seemed angry at the world. One night, when Celio woke up from a nightmare, you were the first to hear him. You walked over slowly and hugged his small trembling body. Mama…? he whispered half-asleep. But before you could say anything, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Matheo stood there, his face dark. He walked in and pulled Celio out of your arms. Don’t ever make him call you that. His cold voice filled the room. No matter how hard you try… you will never replace her. You stood there in silence, your hands still raised in the empty air, as if even your shadow had no place in that house. Yet over his father’s shoulder, Celio still turned his head to look back at you as Matheo carried him away.

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