Stronger by Ang Chris

Amaria POV:

I watched them walk together hand in hand Christian cradled against her chest and mind though I had been trying not to think of him still yet he entered my

mind.

*21 years ago

“Please just hold him he’s crying for you!” I chased after him as he went through his ledger for the month.

Had been crying all day and I knew he wanted his father, but I knew his father didn’t want anything to do with him.

“I’ll pay attention when he can remember my name,” Deacon would tell me.

I have been so exhausted staying up with Grayson all night and didn’t want to do any of the midnight meetings and it wasn’t commonplace for my husband to do that, especially, my husband. I had dug the points of my claws into his arm. I hadn’t meant to but it did feel good

He wrenched his arm away from me and kept walking, not even sparing me a second glance.

I watched those two hand in hand and thank God that they had each other. My son had ⚫ overcome his fragile childhood fears to love the beautiful woman that now adored his child.

Made all those nights with Deacon bearable all those days I spent begging him to be better to try and make him see the light that all we needed to do was leave behind a good pack for son,. the way he would in his response, disgust blanketing his features.

I would even endure the nights after he left when Grayson would cry himself to sleep, waiting for his father to come home. I sat outside his room and listened to him, forcing myself to listen to every last gut–wrenching sound.

I woke up and was gone. The relief that flooded me was otherworldly. I checked our account

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sure enough he had taken the money, just like I’d told him to do. my son was strong enough to survive this, and I would help him rebuild. Now look how far we come.

children were still at school again. My mind dried

*15 years ago

of paperwork I have? Go. Show. Your. mother.” And yanked Grayson his arm out of his office and slammed the

I screeched. Still, the door didn’t open to me. I picked up my Preschooler

things he does., he is not a man, you are a man look at how mighty you are,” I held

my husband’s anger, pride, and greed break my baby no matter how

and docile to defend him I’ll let him think that his game one last time no one

where he was safe.

him that had brought him back to us that need to prove he was “everything he said he was, I never once

on my son, I’d bet his wife too that fire inside of her that she kept quiet for so long, awake roaring and ready to take anybody who

but.

those files and dark deeds my husband ever did. I kept track and even gathered a few more over the years, I had to have a little insurance in case he ever came knocking. Buried out back was every shady blue–collar crime every business

back out of a deal for some odd unknown

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him up and realized what he really was.

getting him out,

with blood.

feel like any woman would do the same thing in my situation. If

from them again. They rip out his throat

blame me least of all my son.

to finish the job, but he should be far more scared of me. I’m the one who knows him best, I’m the one who knows all his dirty little

with the

to my basement where I’ve been keeping my little pet. I caught him

good to get past our

you remember about my ex–husband?” I asked him.

in his cell.

you don’t want me to

Back up

do you