Peach’s pov
That night is etched into the fabric of my memory with vivid clarity, a surreal tableau of events that I never imagined would unfold in my life. The notion of having three mates simultaneously still feels unfathomable, a peculiar twist of fate I find myself grappling with. Despite the incredulity of it all, I harbor no desire to engage with any of them.
The rift between my mother and me deepens in the aftermath of that tumultuous night. Our once-strong bond now lies fractured, shattered by my actions that shattered her trust and dashed her dreams for me. She no longer speaks to me, a silent condemnation that I cannot fault her for. I understand the weight of my transgressions and the disappointment I've inflicted upon her.
A soft knock on my door interrupts my reverie, heral
