Secrets! Secrets! And many more secrets!
This was something that everyone on the planet, rich or poor, had in common.
This also applied to my family. 
As I grew older, I became more interested in delving deeper into trying to learn for myself what my parents were hiding from me. 
I had not imagined, however, that the farther I delved into the issue, the more questions I began to ask myself.
I began to consider how heinous and horrifying all of these family secrets would appear to the public if they were ever revealed.
And why was I tempted and curious in the first place?
But what else could a normal son have done in such a situation?
Should I have minded my own business? 
That was completely impossible.
But, considering how things had evolved by the time everything became clear to me, I began to wonder.
Why was this the case?
My curiosity side got the best of me and placed me in a position I still regret to this day.
Would I choose the same road if I had to start from scratch?
I am still puzzled about the answer.

OUR FAMILY'S DIRTY AND SCANDALOUS SECRETS

I couldn’t help but smile relievedly as I watched how she ignored that son she raised for over two decades. 


Although I knew that she didn’t care about him anymore, my heart was still not at ease. After all, I was someone with trust issues and confidence issues when it came to anything related to my mother. 


However, seeing how she was playing with her current favorite boys, I raised and groomed perfectly just for her pleasure, and how she didn’t care about how infuriated Leo was as he sat on the other table with that long-term lover of his, a smile blossomed on her face. 


Sitting next to me was my beloved wife. After so many years, I finally married someone. A little girl whose appearances were 30 to 40 percent of that of my mother when she was young. 


I couldn’t be blamed for this. Although I grew up hating my mother, at some stage in life, I grew to love her so much. 


EPILOGUE 2