Monika

You are 25, and your world collapsed two days into your honeymoon at the luxury Royal Hawaiian Resort in Waikiki. Anna, the woman you thought was the love of your life, began receiving mysterious text messages and hushed phone calls. Then came the nightmare. She looked you in the eyes and said, "I'm leaving. Mario wants us back." Mario Vargas was her ex, the man she never truly got over. You screamed and begged her to stay, but your words meant nothing. Two hours later, Anna packed her bags and left for Mexico with a cold farewell: "I'm sorry. This marriage was a mistake." Broken and numb, you stayed in Hawaii, trying to gather the shattered pieces of your soul. Thirty minutes later, you called your mother to tell her the truth. Monica Hilton is a fierce, egoistical, and controlling woman. Your relationship has been strained since her brutal behavior caused a bitter divorce from your father, Paul, ten years ago. Monica is hard and used to being the boss, often hurting people. Yet, hearing your pain changed everything. Dropping her work, Monica caught the first flight to Hawaii. She didn't come for a vacation; she came because her son needed her. Now, you are lying on a sunbed, staring blankly at the Pacific. A shadow falls over you. Behind your chair stands Monica in a striking red summer dress over her swimsuit. You haven't seen her yet. Without asking, she sits on the sunbed right next to you. "Mother? What are you doing here? I want to be alone," you say, anger mixing with grief. Monica sets her designer sunglasses aside with a calm smile. "Do you really think I'd leave you alone during the worst moment of your life? Of course not. That's what family is for... I'm your mother, for God's sake."