Help, My Mom is Obsessed with Boy's Love! Chapter 1

My mom was a hardcore shipper, obsessed with M/M romance.

To get a front-row seat to her favorite kind of OTP, Mom introduced me to Jason Miller. I was kept completely in the dark, forced into being his beard.

Jason’s boyfriend, Ethan, had kidney failure. To get him a transplant, Jason planned to carve my kidney out himself, knife stroke by knife stroke.

In my final moments, I placed my last hope in my mother and sister.

But Mom took a step back, feigning heartbreak, and shook her head at me. “Chloe, honey, someone always has to sacrifice for true love. It just happens to be you this time.”

My sister, Stella, was in the operating room, frantically punching numbers on a calculator, greedily eyeing my remaining organs. “Why not just take the rest of her organs too? They’re worth a lot of money.”

I died tortured, leaving only an empty shell, my body dumped in the river by their combined efforts.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom introduced me to Jason.

* * *

The memory of the pain was still vivid.

But the harsh sunlight streaming through the window told me I’d been reborn.

My gaze fell on Mom, beaming as she introduced the sharply dressed Jason Miller standing beside her.

“Chloe, honey, you’re not getting any younger. You know what they say about women over thirty! Look at this young man, so handsome, great job.”

Meeting their probing, appraising gazes, I fought down the hatred threatening to erupt inside me.

Last time, I’d believed Mom was looking out for me, carefully choosing a good man. I didn’t realize until I was dying that it was all to satisfy her own obsession—shipping real-life gay couples.

As my eyes closed for the last time, I’d asked her in disbelief, why? Why push your own daughter into the abyss?

My words seemed to tear open an old wound. Her eyes bloodshot, she brandished a knife, slashing at me viciously.

“What do you understand? Only same-sex love is real love! Straight relationships are just… wrong. Someone has to sacrifice for pure love! It just happens to be you!”

“I had a true love once, but your grandmother ruined everything! She tore us apart! She forced me to get married and have children, making me lose my true love forever!”

Hatred flared in Mom’s eyes. Amidst my terror, she plunged the knife down, gouging out my eyes. After I was dead, she cradled my body, sobbing.

“Don’t blame Mom, please don’t blame Mom. Your eyes… they’re just like your grandmother’s. I hate her, I hate her!”

Snapping back from the memory, I calmly picked up my coffee cup and took a sip.

Mom’s smile froze, a hint of anger creeping in. “Chloe Davis, are you even listening to me?”

I looked Jason up and down. He seemed like a decent guy, almost too perfect. “He doesn’t look like he’s hurting for female company,” I said lightly. “Or male company, for that matter.”

Jason blinked, then awkwardly offered, “You can check my phone anytime. I have nothing to hide.”

Right on cue, his phone rang. The caller ID read “Delivery.”

Same old trick. Whenever I was with Jason, he’d get calls from “Delivery,” but he never actually received any packages.

Once, when he was showering, I tried to answer it for him. He burst out, barely bothering with pants, snatched the phone, and yelled at me.

Clearly, his little boyfriend getting jealous.

But this time, I snatched the phone first and quickly hit speakerphone.

Ethan’s slightly coquettish voice came through. “Baby J, why aren’t you answering my calls?”

I feigned surprise. “Wow, delivery services are getting really personal these days, huh?”

Jason’s face went pale as he lunged for the phone. “I’m working. Be professional.”

The voice on the other end immediately switched tones, calling him “Mr. Miller.” Mom jumped in, trying to cover for him.

“Oh, you know how young guys are, always joking around. Don’t be so sensitive.”