Gregory's Pov I sat there, my head in my hands, my thoughts a tangled mess. My mother had already reached the door, ready to leave, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I don’t understand,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish she hadn’t been with someone else before me.” She paused, hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned back. Her eyes softened, but I could still see the disappointment in them. I couldn’t bring myself to look up; instead, I kept my gaze on the floor, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I continued, the words spilling out now. “Every time I try to get closer to her, the thought of someone else touching her drives me insane. It’s like I’m losing control, and I don’t know what to do.” My mother sighed and walked back toward me. She didn’t sit, but I could feel her presence right in front of me. “Gregory, I raised you better than this,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I rais
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