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.

night, their squeaking and scratching a constant reminder of the filth we

where I slept, a beat-up couch in the living room, and

never saw a meal. We ate scraps if we ate at all, and never at that table. Mom was there. She did cry

was home.

left my mother, pregnant and alone. The

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

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

I needed a life too." problem anymore. I did my

her to rot.

wanted to keep the kid, not me. I wasn't going to stick around and play house again. It was bad enough

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hero because you didn't sell me off, but you left your pregnant wife in a

coward, Steve. A selfish,

glares at me, his face hardening. "You think you're better than me

and

you come from. You can't erase your

me, and I shouldn't react. 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 was a whore and a useless one at

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