Keep The Portrait

**Melissa's POV***

I cried bitterly in my bed. Not because I was hurt for myself, but for my mom. Age never got the opportunity to have a good life with her mate, all because of Kyle.

She got married to the wrong man and suffered in his hands for years. When she finally got to find her true love, she couldn't be with him for long because their relationship was doomed to come to an end pretty soon.

Not only that, last night, I dreamt about my mom for the first time. She wanted me to have a good life. She wanted me to have the life she never had. She wanted me to be at peace with my mate.

All the things she wished for me are the things she never lived to experience, and it hurts so much that my mom had to suffer such injustice. To make things worse, she died, so I could live. How could life be so cruel? I never wanted my mom to die for me. I would have preferred if she saved her skin and fought for her love. But then that still wouldn't have been possible. Not when Kyle was still ali