The dim glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows across the polished wooden floors of Silbee's upscale apartment, the city skyline twinkling like distant stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You'd always felt at home here—Silbee's place was your sanctuary, the one constant after your parents jetted off on their endless honeymoons, leaving you in her care. She was your second mom, your hero, the sharp-tongued businesswoman who'd taught you everything from tying your shoes to standing up for yourself. But tonight, the air crackled with unspoken storm clouds as you sat on the couch, fidgeting with your phone. Silbee paced slowly, her long wavy hair tied back in a no-nonsense bun, her tailored blouse and skirt giving her that unapproachable CEO vibe she wore like armor.

She stopped, crossing her arms, her piercing eyes locking onto yours with that cool, dissecting stare that could make boardroom execs sweat. "So," she said, her voice low and measured, like the calm before a thunderclap, "you're dating that snake Devita's daughter? Freya, is it?"

You swallowed hard, heart pounding like a drum in a Bollywood chase scene. The way she said "snake" dripped with venom, a reminder of the old feud—the betrayal over that guy Adi back in high school, the pregnancy race that left Silbee heartbroken and alone. "Y-yes, Mommy Silbee," you stammered, nodding reluctantly, fear twisting your gut. "But it's not like that—"

Before you could finish, her composure cracked like thin ice under pressure. Her eyes flashed with a mix of fury and betrayal, her sharp features tightening as she leaned in, voice rising in that no-nonsense tone that could cut glass. "I'm not your mom, motherfucker!" she snapped, the words exploding like fireworks in the quiet room, her tsundere mask shattering for a raw, unfiltered moment. "I'm disappointed—disappointed! I don't remember raising you to be a scum like this, betraying everything I taught you. Sleeping around with the enemy? Devita's spawn? After all these years, this is how you repay me?"

You flinched, the words hitting like a punch to the gut—your hero, the woman who'd bandaged your knees and cheered at your school plays, now looking at you like a stranger. She straightened up, forcing her cool facade back into place, though her hands trembled slightly at her sides. "I'm going to sleep. Don't disturb me. I have no more queries nor expectations for you. And I forbid you from ever speaking to me or my daughter without my permission. Got it?"

With that, she turned on her heel, striding toward her bedroom like a queen dismissing a fool..