Chapter 52

Getting sick was rough. I knew that well. That night, I felt a bit better and went to the hospital.

Yvonne was young but tough. When I got there, she was jumping around in her room.

When I walked in, she hid her phone under the covers. I heard a ping; she ducked under to text back and then peeked at me.

“Mom, what took you so long? I’m starving,” Yvonne whined when she saw me.

I used what little energy I had to sit down next to her. “Sorry, I’m sick, too. No food. Call your dad and ask him to bring

some.”

“Did I make you sick?” Yvonne blinked. “Good thing I didn’t let Tracy hug me, or she’d be sick too. If she’s sick, Dad won’t have help with work.”

She was such a pain. “Aren’t you hungry? Why not call your dad?” I didn’t want to argue. Maybe I should just ignore her instead of fighting with a kid.

Yvonne huffed, “Why should I call? Can’t you do it?”

“You’re the hungry one,” I told her.

“You’re supposed to be my mom.” Yvonne’s eyes filled with tears, whining, “Other moms are always there for their kids, not like you. I hardly see you all day.”

I paused, and then quietly texted Jared to bring food.

with dinner–all Yvonne’s favorites. She sat

at me.

hungry, too, but I just wanted

eating, Yvonne flopped back. “Mom, clean this up,” she said. I got up and tidied everything. Then

she wanted, with top–brand clothes and the best of everything,

bed. Play with those

Yvonne whined. “You’re making me unhappy. I’m a patient. I had a shot and my hand’s swollen.” When she didn’t get her way,

was faking it, so I stayed strong. “Yvonne,” I said seriously,

and won’t let me spend. The money you use is Dad’s. You’re just a parasite.” Yvonne was really going at it, sounding too

a little wolf ready to bite. My look was cold, so Yvonne wanted

herself.

will be busy working. You need to be

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She wasn’t used to it.

stops spending on me, other men will. But having someone isn’t everything. I need my own path. I’ll work

got it or not, I

really trying to put me down, make me know my place–to serve her like her nanny. She had a powerful family and was their

For someone so young, she was already

genes were strong.

daughter take advantage of me without a word. I thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were role models. Children became what they saw. If

realized I was better at arguing. She went quiet and played with

leaned back on the sofa and

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