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

was hardly any furniture, just old mattresses thrown on the floor where I slept, a beat-up couch in the living room, and a fridge that was mostly empty except

The dining set, such as it was, never saw a meal. We ate scraps if we ate at all, and never at that table.

it was home. My

and alone. The thought

my voice trembling with the weight of

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

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

her to rot. With no food, no

God helps those who help themselves. She wanted to keep the kid, not me. I wasn't going to stick around and

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you didn't sell me off, but you left your pregnant wife in a house that should've been condemned."1

You're a coward, Steve. A selfish, cowardly leach who doesn't deserve to be called a father or a

"You think you're better than me now, don't you? With your

and

can't erase where you come from. You can't

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

hardest slap I've ever given anyone on his face. Every drop of hatred and disgust I