Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 712: Mother’s Breakdown

I thought of something—proof. If I was going to convince Mom, I needed everything. So, with God Speed, I flipped through Maya’s diaries, my fingers a blur as I photographed every page in seconds. The flash was silent, the process seamless, and in moments, I had everything stored in my phone.

Then, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. I activated God Speed again, vibrating my body at a frequency that made me invisible, my form flickering like a mirage. I slipped out of the room just as the front door creaked open.

Maya stepped inside, her shoulders slumped, her red dress clinging to her like a second skin, the fabric rumpled from the long day. She was alone, her face pale, her eyes hollow. She pulled out her phone, her voice tired, defeated, as she dialed a number.

"It’s done... I have the land..." she said, her voice hollow, then hung up without waiting for a reply. The phone slipped from her fingers, clattering to the marble floor, but she didn’t pick it up. Instead, she stumbled to her bed, collapsing face-first into the pillows, her body shaking with sobbing.

I used my Mind Reading ability, and her thoughts hit me like a tidal wave—raw, desperate, and broken.

Her sobbing grew louder, the sound ripping through the room like a storm. She turned over, sitting up with her head between her knees, her back resting against the headboard. Her red panties peeked out from under her dress, the fabric damp with tears and sweat. She clutched her stomach, her fingers digging into her skin, as if she could hold herself together if she just gripped hard enough.

I gulped, shaking my head to clear the thought. It felt wrong—like cheating on Mom with her own lover.

Fuck. If I didn’t have a dad, if I didn’t know how much Mom and Dad loved each other... maybe I could’ve accepted the idea of them being together. But this—this situation—was too much. Too complicated. Too painful.

Let Mom handle it.

I couldn’t stand it anymore—knowing this woman, this selfless, broken soul, had sacrificed everything for the one she loved. I might love her too, in a way—not like Aunt Diana’s obsession with me, but like a sister, a protector, a kindred spirit.

I ran out of her villa, my heart pounding, my mind a storm. I couldn’t stay. Not when I knew the truth. Not when I knew how much she had given up.

I ran to my car, drove straight home, my hands gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Victoria was waiting for me, her arms crossed, her expression stormy, her eyes sharp with suspicion.

She sniffed the air as I walked in, her nostrils flaring as if she could smell the truth on me. "Tell me you were not seduced by her, were you?" Her voice was sharp, accusatory, but beneath it, I heard the fear, the terror of losing me to someone she hated.

I took her hand, pulling her down to sit beside me on the sofa. "Mom... I want you to calm down... and listen to me..." My voice was steady, but my heart was racing, my mind still reeling from everything I had seen and heard.

Victoria took a deep breath, her body tense, but she sat, her eyes locked on mine, her fingers tapping against her knee. "What is it?" she demanded, her voice laced with impatience.

I didn’t know how to say it, so I pulled out my phone, opening the folder with the evidence of the Shadows and Maya’s betrayal. I handed it to her.

Victoria took the phone, her brows furrowing as she watched the first video—the Shadows approaching her in her office, her younger self angrily throwing them out, her voice sharp as she ordered them to leave.

"Get out of my office! I don’t care who the hell you think you are! My company is not for sale!"

Then, the kidnapping. The recruitment. Maya’s face, terrified but resolute, as she sat before Jacob, her hands trembling but her voice steady.

"I’ll do it... I’ll help you... I have never liked that bitch anyway, always bossing me around."

Victoria’s grip tightened on the phone, her knuckles white. "That bitch... I knew she was up to no good... I will kill her... Hmph..." Her voice was venomous, her body shaking with rage. "After everything I taught her... after everything I gave her... she betrayed me..."

But as she watched further—Maya’s plan, her sacrifice, the way she had become a slave to the Shadows just to protect Victoria—something changed. Her breath hitched. A tear slipped from her eye, then another, rolling down her cheeks as she watched Maya’s face twist in pain as she signed away her freedom.

"Why...?" Victoria whispered, her voice breaking. "Why did she do this...? Why...?" Her hands trembled, the phone slipping slightly in her grip.

She shook her head, putting the phone down on the table, her fingers pressing against her temple as if she could stop the ache in her heart. "It must be that bitch playing a trick..." she muttered, her voice desperate.

"Tell me, Dexter—did she tell you about these things...? Yeah, that must be it... She’s trying to manipulate us again... Dexter, she is laying a trap... waiting for us to fall in... and then she can laugh at us..."