TRUE STORY | A MOTHER’S MANIPULATION
The Day My Divorce Became Her Weapon
Her attempts to sabotage his relationship became a monstrous obsession, fueled by her own warped sense of love.
Driven by insecurities and a relentless need for control, she crossed every boundary, her various manipulations to keep her son tethered to her side.
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for at least 30 seconds to help me support my work as per Medium's new changes.Rikka’s meticulously curated world imploded the moment Toki, her ever-obedient mummy’s boy, fell for Mio.
This independent, modern and inquisitive woman defied everything Rikka held dear.
Unlike the elder daughter-in-law, a silent shadow content to follow whatever Rikka dictates. Mio dared to question and do things her own ways.
When Rikka stepped into Toki and Mio’s apartment, her eyes immediately landing on the stark white walls and sleek furniture.
It was a minimalist’s dream, a sharp contrast to Rikka’s own home overflowing with ornate decor and garish patterns.
“This won’t do.”
She announced showing her disapproval.
When Rikka insisted that they make some changes, Mio crosses her arms and declines firmly.
“We prefer it this way.”
Then Rikka would relentlessly push Mio to close down her own successful business and join her MLM scheme. Mio had nurtured her own business long before meeting Toki.
Mio’s refusal infuriated Rikka, perceiving it as a direct challenge to her authority.
Mio never openly contested Rikka’s religious pronouncements but deep down, she recognized the rigid doctrines as tools, manipulated by Rikka to exert control over her family.
Her polite deflections were more than mere courtesy; they were a silent rebellion, a refusal to submit.
How dared she.
Making her uncomfortable?
Nonsense!
Mio’s unease was merely a convenient excuse. If the spirits truly disturbed her, then so be it. It was a fitting punishment for daring to cross Rikka.
Rikka, the one who held the reins of power through strict tradition within her home. Mio, the outsider had definitely forgotten her place.
I’m the one that gave birth to Toki. I’m his mother.
That woman could squirm and fret, but ultimately, she would have to submit or she should just leave my son.
Each of Rikka’s attempts to take control, met an unwavering obstacle in Mio. These further fuels Rikka’s simmering resentment.
Rikka was already plotting her next move. That defiant woman, who dared to live life on her own terms, would not have a place in her son’s heart.
Mio, a thorn in her side. It was an affront Rikka couldn’t tolerate.
She embarked on a covert mission, probing around Mio’s workplace, desperate for ammunition. Days turned into weeks, and her frustration grew.
Then she found one thing, one simple word, brought a triumphant smirk to her face. She had found her weapon, a secret to expose Mio’s flaws.
Instead, she opted for a subtler approach, one inspired by past stories from the inner royal court battles: cryptic prophecies and ‘divine interventions’.
Cunningly, she wouldn’t have to expose her own true face to her son for the strings she pulled to be remain hidden in the shadows.
Rikka discreetly sought a shady figure for her ‘intuitive ability’, a modern-day oracle who could deliver a message seemingly from above.
This wasn’t about divine guidance; it was about twisting religion into a weapon, a ‘divine revelation’ crafted to expose Mio’s perceived flaws.
On the day of reckoning, Rikka clutched her son’s arm as they entered the shaman’s secluded office.
Her heart pounding raging with a desperate need to control. Today, she’d reclaim her son’s affections by exposing Mio’s past.
The air itself seemed to crackle with anticipation as the shaman, eyes filled with theatricality, began the ‘divine reading’.
She spoke of past lives, present challenges, and a future shrouded in uncertainty.
And then she conveniently delivered the crux of the matter.
“Your partner carries the burden of a previous union.”
A smirk tugged at Rikka’s lips. This was it!
“You mean a divorcee?”
Feigning concern, her voice full of manufactured outrage.
“Toki, you must question her motives!”
But her victory was short-lived. Toki’s calm response shattered her illusion.
“Mom, Mio told me about her past marriage at the very beginning. It’s never been a secret.”
Rikka’s world crumbled. Fury coursed through her.
This wasn’t over. Rikka, wounded but determined, vowed,
As long as I’m breathing, I will not allow this Mio woman a good day in her life.
Oblivious to all these commotion Rikka had stirred, Mio went about her day.
©Emika Oka
This story is written based on personal encounters. To ensure anonymity and privacy, names, details, and certain elements have been altered.
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