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.

The two children were still at school again.

*15 years ago

care 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 slammed the

it furiously “How dare you speak to him like that your son!” I screeched. Still, the door didn’t open to me. I picked up my Preschooler

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

whimpers. I would never let my husband’s anger, pride, and greed break my

was going to kill Grayson. If he had a chance, I knew he probably thought I was too old and docile to defend him I’ll let him think that his game one last

where he was

that prideful streak in him that had brought him back to us that need to prove he was “everything he said he was,

to take anybody who is willing to step into the flames. I was ready to watch and if anybody got close enough, I snapped

but.

husband ever did. I kept track and even gathered a few more over the years, I had to have a little insurance in case

or back out of a deal for some

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I sized him up and realized what he really was. I

getting him out, not this time.

with blood.

feel like any woman would do the same thing in my situation. If they’re deadbeat asshole

take everything from them again. They

blame me least of all my

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

one with the

been keeping my little pet. I caught him lurking

He was good to get past our defenses

else you remember about my ex–husband?” I

cell. He shook his

don’t want me to let my

slammed Back up against the

else do you