You Are My One and Only

Patricia’s gaze dimmed as she listened to this woman’s diatribes. Meanwhile, her neighbors had gathered to see the drama.

Honestly, she didn’t mind people pointing their fingers at her, but what do they see of her babies? Would they think they were b*stards? Love children?

Furious with rage, Patricia balled her hands into fists, having the urge to knock that odious woman out cold as to shut her up.

Gwen, on the other hand, grew haughty by the second, after noticing that people had gathered. “You guys better watch out. This woman may be young, but she’s promiscuous. Imagine if she manages to seduce your husbands and sons; your families will be done for!”

Having had enough of this, Josephine came forward and pointed at Gwen. “Shut up! Who do you think you are to slander Tricia like this? She’s a lovely woman, not someone you said to be!”

Patricia stood petrified, not knowing how to defend herself. Fortunately, Josephine stood up for her, and suddenly she had the confidence to fight back. At that, she charged toward Gwen, but because bodyguards stood in between, she couldn’t get close to Gwen.

“Gwen Hough, you’re a homewrecker yourself. You have no right to slander me like this.”

With that, Patricia threw herself at her stepmother, but the bodyguards still managed to stop her.

no match for the strong

Josephine. “Mrs. Zimmers,

were

in fright, never

Patricia went to her backyard, grabbed a broom, and chased after Gwen, whacking the woman using the

defenseless, and at this point, her hair had become disheveled, her clothes were soiled, and her face

didn’t fare any better than Gwen as well by the end of the brawl, and they ultimately escorted

How could she when she could barely keep their little family afloat? So, the

herself smiling in the midst of her pants. “Tricia, who was that? She

was apparent that that woman had come especially to

Patricia held Josephine’s arm and answered with a smile, “She’s my stepmother. The one

a picture of the

Patricia and Josephine backed Patricia up upon hearing her

be afraid, Tricia. Just holler at us if you ever need

all know what you’re really like. We