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.

my house. The two children were still at school

*15 years ago

I’m busy do you not see the mountain of paperwork I have? Go. Show. Your. mother.” And yanked Grayson his arm out of his office and

like that your son!” I screeched. Still, the door didn’t open to me. I picked up my Preschooler and sat him down on

to what your father says no attention to the things he does., he is not a man, you are a man look at how mighty you are,” I held up his arms small as they were. you

would never let my husband’s anger, pride, and

he probably thought I was too old and docile to defend

cave where he was safe.

brought him back to us that need to prove he was “everything he said he was,

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.

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 partner that just happened

a

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and realized what he really was. I made it my mission in life to bring

once for just getting him out, not this time. No this time he

with blood.

the same thing in my situation. If

from them again.

would blame me least

job, but he should be far more scared of me. I’m the one who knows him

with the

been keeping my little

was good to get past our defenses stupid to come near my

else you remember about my ex–husband?” I asked

his cell.

tutted my tongue against my teeth. ” you don’t want me to let my

up against the wall.

do you