She Loved Me So Much She Left

I, Taylor Laurent, go to the hospital's emergency department because of severe abdominal pain.

When I wake up, my mom, Jocelyn Nord, stares at me in terror and asks, "You are not my daughter. Who are you?"

Helpless and regretful, Hank Gibson, the doctor, says to my mom, "She is your daughter, it's just… an accident."

My mom can't accept it and jumps off the hospital building, killing herself instantly.

Hank is suspended because of this incident and, under my questioning, chooses to kill himself by hitting a wall.

When I finally find my life partner and take the premarital medical exam, the staff tells me something that chills me to my bones.

My dad, Peter Laurent, died unexpectedly, and Mom, Jocelyn Nord, gave all the love she had for my dad to me. Her only hope in life was to see me get married and have children because she hoped to once again see my dad's likeness in the faces of her future grandchildren.

So, I, Taylor Laurent, paid great attention to my health.

From my childhood to adulthood, I sought treatment right away whenever I had any illness or pain. I consistently maintained a healthy diet and exercised moderately.

One time, after a round of intense exercise, I went for a buffet. During the meal, I felt a sudden and sharp pain in my abdomen, and I fainted on the spot from the agony.

When I woke up, I saw Mom staring at me in terror and saying, "You're not my daughter. Who are you?"

I did not understand why Mom would say such words. But I knew she always worried about my health, so I instinctively reached out my hand to hold hers and comfort her.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I am your and Dad's daughter."

Mom looked at the hand I reached out as if she were looking at a monster. She screamed and shook off my hand. Then, she frantically shook her head as she backed away.

She kept muttering to herself, "No, you are not my daughter, nor are you Peter's daughter."

Peter was Dad's name. This was the first time Mom ever rejected me. Since I was little, Mom had spoiled me rotten and treated me like a princess. She showered me with nothing but praise and never scolded or hit me.

Whenever I acted spoiled and called out to Mom, she would happily run over to me. Then, she would look at my face that resembled Dad's, and say, "What do you want now, my precious little princess? I'll give you everything!"

Upon seeing Mom keeping her distance from me, an inexplicable sense of fear enveloped my heart. I forced down the urge to vomit and turned my head to seek help from Hank Gibson, my doctor, who stood nearby with a serious expression.

In a voice that sounded helpless and regretful, Hank spoke to Mom, who was retreating toward the window of the hospital room with no further room to step back.

"She is your daughter. It was just… an accident."

Mom refused to accept Hank's explanation. In despair, she climbed onto the windowsill and jumped down without hesitation.

She shouted her last words into the air, "You're lying! She's not Peter's daughter!"