𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟏: 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

Roseanne's POV. 

My mom waltzes into my dad's house like no time has passed. She's kissing my dad like no time has passed, hugging my brother, hugging Tiffany, smiling her toothpaste commercial smile. Her aura made everyone she encountered light up like Christmas morning. Mom was the mystery woman my dad had been seeing. How did that happen? To my knowledge, they haven't spoken since Chanyeol and I were young. It was like my universe had flipped upside down on its axis. Who are these people? Am I that out of touch with my family?

I guess balancing a husband and a girlfriend didn't give me much time to meddle in my families lives but they could've told me.

Just because I didn't live in Gyeonggi shouldn't mean I get exiled from family reconnections.

I don't know how Chaeyoung has remained in my arms. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was only vaguely aware of her until she stared crying because of the lack of attention I was giving her. Tiffany came over and rescued her from my arms which I was also only vaguely aware of.

I was however fully aware of my mom. She was ageless, timeless. It was no wonder she had no concept of time. She still resembled the woman I remembered from childhood. We favored. I wasn't sure how I felt about that realization. It was bad enough I inherited the cheating gene from her. I also had her hair and her eyes and her complexion. I even mirrored her idiosyncrasies.

I held this pent-up regression for my mom for years but looking at her radiance in the flesh I felt like the ten-year-old she left behind. All I wanted to do was hug her.

And I did. Without giving myself permission to.

Who was I?

I've wanted to yell at her for as long as I could remember but there I was showing her how much she bruised my psyche when she left.

She smelled like expensive perfume and something unfamiliar. She was dressed in a Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress and Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes. I also inherited my obsession with shoes from my mother. Like most girls, I emulated my mom. To me, she was flawless and untouchable up until the very moment she left which is why I could never bring myself to speak to her. Behind my dad, I think she hurt me the most.

Chanyeol was impartial.

My chest felt like it would combust when she hugged me back. I felt her crying as well.

I could hear a pin drop the living room was so quiet. Everyone was as surprised by my reaction as I was. When we finally released each other I was free to let my eyes wander over her features. Looking at her, I could see why my dad never fully recovered from his marriage to my mom.

A face like hers seemed like it would be hard to move on from. I guessed that explained my lack of fight. She was so angelic in appearance I would never have guessed a face like hers could shit on a marriage and her children and walk away with her side piece.

Wow. I guess I am my mothers' daughter.

My stomach hurt.

I excused myself making my way to the bathroom. My stomach was in knots making me feel like yacking. Someone tapped on the bathroom door but I was too nauseous to speak. When I heard the door creak I know whoever knocked had let themselves in. Her heels clacking against flooring confirmed that it was her.

"Are you okay?" she asked

I know I'm being dramatic and turning this into the Roseanne show but everyone else seemed to have adjusted to the idea of her being here while I've been clueless and out of the loop.

I've never been less okay, but I nodded. She crouched down beside me. A difficult feat in her shoes, but she made it look easy. She seemed to make everything look easy leaving dad, leaving me, and then returning. Leaving bombs in her wake and leaving us to recover from the debris on our own.