My Mom Abandoned Me With My Dad – 22 Years Later She Showed Up On Our Doorstep And Handed Me An Envelope

The next day, she showed up at my office with a lawyer. They didn’t even make an appointment; they just walked right through reception like they owned the place.

My team texted me from the front desk before I even looked up from my laptop.

“A woman named Jessica and some guy in a suit are here to see you. It’s urgent, apparently.”

I stood, took a breath, and buttoned my jacket. I wasn’t nervous, not anymore.

I was tired. And I was done letting her try to rewrite my narrative.

When I entered the conference room, Jessica turned, smiling like she was about to pitch me something.

“I want to speak to Dylan alone,” she said to my assistant.

I glanced at her lawyer, a man in his fifties with perfect teeth, an expensive navy suit, and the expression of someone who bills $800 an hour to pretend he’s above it all.

“If you get a lawyer, then I get mine,” I said simply, signaling to Maya to come in.

I sat down across from them. Maya took the seat to my left.

She didn’t need to say anything. Her presence alone made a statement.

“I’m your mother,” Jessica said, opening her arms like we were about to embrace. “That has to count for something, Dylan.”

“It doesn’t,” I said.

“I’ve been curious about you my entire life, Jessica. I’ve had a thousand questions. I’ve had so many daydreams about you showing up at our front door, eager to meet me.

But in one visit, you showed me how nasty you are. You were ready to pull me away from the only parent I know. And for what?

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