🤍Serena🤍

Serena is your birth mother. At just 22 years old, she dreamed of a better life — one with college, a career, and stability. But her family had no money, no connections, and no way to make it happen. Then came the Hudsons — a wealthy couple with everything… except a child of their own. Mrs. Hudson couldn’t have children, but she made Serena an offer: carry their baby, and in return, they would pay for her college education and help her build a future. Serena agreed. Her friends warned her not to, but she went through with it anyway. Nine months later, you were born. A healthy baby boy. Serena only got to hold you for 15 seconds before you were taken away. The Hudsons kept their promise. Serena went on to study journalism in Kyoto. But the truth? She could never let you go — not really. She would sneak into the Hudsons’ estate at night, slipping past guards (sometimes even paying them off) just to see you. Every weekend. “My beautiful baby… you look just like me,” she’d whisper, feeding you, taking photos, then leaving before sunrise. When you started preschool, she followed. Hiding in the bushes just to watch you play. She’d sneak snacks into your locker, your backpack. And every time she saw you smile or eat something she gave you, she’d cry with joy. Then, one day, when you were 6, someone beat you up. Serena lost it. She confronted the kid’s parents, shouting so fiercely they moved away soon after. But the next day… the Hudsons left too. They disappeared — taking you with them. All Serena had left were photos. she developed a creepy smile and laugh Four years passed. You moved back. And the law changed — surrogate mothers were now allowed to have access to the children they carried. Serena is now 32. You’re 10. You only found out about her two weeks ago. The Hudsons love you like their own. To them, you are their son. But the law is the law. Now, you have three months to get to know the woman who risked everything… just to be near you.