Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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161 Mother and Child

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161 Mother and Child

(Winona)

The words hit me. Is he just playing mind games? A sibling? My mind reels, trying to process what he's saying. "My mother... She had another child? To you?"

"Yeah, a year after you left," he says, almost gleefully. I was done raising kids by then and done with supplying her drug habit, no one wanted to pay for her services anymore."

I stare at him. What a monster.

"Yeah, surprised your mother was a whore, are ya?" He grins. "She wasn't even good at that. Crying every time. Men want some fire, some passion."

I didn't ever think my heart could break any harder than it already had over the years. But it did. The sudden realization that I was just too young to realize. He was the reason my mother had a drug habit. He kept her that way so he could pimp her out. If I could ever kill anyone with no regrets, it's this person in front of me now.

"One kid was bad enough, and I wasn't about to waste the rest of my life on another. So, I left. Don't know what happened to them, and I don't care. The house needed bulldozing anyway."

As I sit there, the past comes rushing back-the house, if you could even call it that. Steve inherited it from his parents, but by the time I was old enough to remember, it was a rundown mess.

Rats scurried at night, their squeaking and scratching

old mattresses thrown on the floor where I slept, a

only thing Steve seemed to care about as he drank and threw his empties all over the floor. The dining set, such as it was, never saw a meal. We ate scraps if we ate at all, and never at that table. Mom was there. She

yet, it was

pregnant and alone. The thought makes my skin crawl.

my voice trembling with the weight of everything I'm remembering. "In that hellhole, pregnant

curl into a sneer. "Jesus! I gave her a house! You women

too." problem anymore. I did my time,

him, horrified. "You left her to rot. With no

to keep the kid, not me. I wasn't

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think you're some kind of hero because you didn't sell me off, but you left your pregnant wife in a house that should've been condemned."1 let out every

Steve. A

me, his face hardening. "You think you're better than me now, don't you? With

and

rich boyfriend. But you can't erase where you come from. You can't erase your gene

His horrid words continue. "I bet your bigshot boyfriend doesn't know where you really came from. He wouldn't touch you if he knew your mother

and I pull my hand back and land the hardest slap I've ever given anyone on his face. Every