A Mother’S Secret: A Life Torn Apart

By Peggy Chan

My mum is a liar, and my dead father is alive!

Merryl has discovered that the one person she trusted most had told her lies. To whom can she turn to find out the truth? What other secrets has her mother kept from her?

The thing that Merry had feared most has exploded in her face. Her past has finally caught up with her. Her life is torn apart once more. Alone, with no one to turn to, how is she going to salvage the situation? Has she lost her daughter because of her lies?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Mar 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543744743

Peggy Chan

Peggy is a retired educator, holding an Honors Degree in English. She has published English grammar books in Malaysia: English Grammar: A Malaysian Student Guide and Casey and Penny’s Guide to English, a series of four books. She has also published the Yes, I Can Read series of well-loved tales, retold in simple language for young readers. Bragging rights include three children and four grandchildren. Her hobbies are golfing, traveling, reading and creative writing. Her short stories and non-fiction books are also available online. She also blogs at Blogger.com. www.swingingby.blogspot.com shares places of interest which she has traveled to. In www.bubblyluv.blogspot.com you can read the musings and random thoughts of an Asian woman straddling a liberated society and a conservative background.

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CONTENTS

1     Darryl

2     Police Headquarters

3     Fabian

4     A New Beginning

5     The Aftermath

6     Merryl

7     Happy Days

8     Merry

9     A Little Surprise

10   Merry

11   Troubled Waters

12   Merryl

13   Out of The Blue

14   Darryl

15   Merry

16   Darryl

17   Merryl

18   Purasingpe

19   Merry

20   Merryl

21   Merry

22   Merryl

23   Darryl

About The Author

1

Darryl

Ooouch! The pain shot through my back as I moved my hand. I struggled to open my eyes. My eyelids felt so very heavy.

The ceiling tilted into view. Merry! Merry, where is she? Where’s my little Merryl?

The monitor beeped loudly and quickly as I struggled to sit up.

The door opened and a nurse rushed in.

Mr. Sung, sir, please do not move. The doctor will be here shortly.

Her hands gently but firmly pushed me back onto the bed. Then she raised the bed so that I was in a reclining position. A doctor walked in briskly.

Good afternoon, Mr. Sung. It’s good to have you back. I’m Dr. Soo. How are you feeling? The nurse turned me gently on my side and removed the dressing on my back.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Soo. What do you mean? It’s good to have me back? Did I go somewhere?

Ah..Mr. Sung. You were in a coma for two weeks. The wound in your back is healing nicely. We just have to do a few more tests to ensure that you’re fine. After that you can be discharged.

The nurse cleaned the wound and changed the dressing. Then she eased me onto my back.

And when will that be, Doc.?

A week’s time, Mr. Sung. If you need any help, the nurses are on hand. Good day, sir.

No sooner had the doctor left than two men walked in.

Good afternoon, sir. We’re police officers and we would like to ask you a few questions relating to the shooting at the Crystal Hotel.

The shooting!! Oh my God! Merry! Laura! Every detail of that dreadful day swept into my mind. I nodded.

Can you please tell us what happened that morning, sir?

I found out that an old friend had returned here and was staying at the Crystal. I went there to see her.

Your friend was Ms. Merry Lu?

Yes.

Why did Mrs. Sung go to the hotel?

I had no idea.

We know you assigned a private investigator to put a tail on Ms. Lu. Why did you do that?

I didn’t want her to leave before I had a chance to talk to her.

The tail reported that Mrs. Sung was following Ms. Lu and she was directed to follow and prevent Mrs. Sung from following Ms. Lu. Why did you give those instructions?

I didn’t want my wife to confront Ms. Lu. My wife has a very hot temper and I was afraid that something untoward could happen.

Did Mrs. Sung know Ms. Lu?

No, they never met and I never told her about Ms. Lu.

Why did she want to shoot Ms. Lu? Who is Ms. Lu, Mr. Sung?

She’s from my past and the mother of my daughter.

We found this in Mrs. Sung’s purse.

The police officer handed me an old photograph. It was a group photo that had Merry and I in it. A big, red cross had been scratched across Merry’s face.

Oh my God! So Laura had found out about Merry and had been tracking her as well! That’s why she went to the hotel! She had wanted to kill Merry!

"Yes, Ms. Lu and I were in love but I moved here and didn’t know that she had a baby. I only learned last year when we met by chance that her little girl was actually my daughter.

"I wanted shared custody of my daughter but before anything could be arranged, she left.

So I took steps to trace her whereabouts and when she returned here, I went to the hotel to try to talk to her about it. You know what happened next.

We’d still like to hear your version, sir.

"I was in the room with Ms. Lu when loud knocks on the door prevented us from discussing anything. I opened the door and my wife walked in.

"She was very angry. I tried to get her to leave but she refused. Then she said that the child in the photo which I carried in my wallet, was Ms. Lu’s bastard.

"I got angry and slapped her, saying that no one was calling my