Chapter 5
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Because I had mocha skin, the color of dark chocolate with a hint of coffee, and a head full of tightly coiled afro hair that framed my face like a dark halo, my dad always seemed subtly disappointed. He’d never said it outright, but I knew he’d envisioned a daughter with lighter, almost caramel-toned skin and looser, cascading curls.
Well, it’s fine, I thought, even if I wasn’t a stick figure. I worked hard for what I had. My stomach was flat from Pilates, and my waist, at 26 inches, was small enough to accentuate my curves. My legs were strong and defined, even if they were thicker than runway models, toned from years of dancing. And my hips were broad, a genetic inheritance from my mother’s side of the family, but that too was something I loved because it gave my ass the shape of a ripe Georgia peach. My breasts, though only a modest B cup, were perky and perfectly proportioned to my frame.
After changing out of my sweatpants and throwing on a fitted black dress, and grabbing my brand new phone, I hopped into my car and drove to my dad’s estate. The moment I stepped into the opulent, marble-floored foyer, he started shouting. His face was red with fury.
‘You didn’t show up at the wedding! Two hundred guests waited, Antonio was frantically searching for you! The Mercedes he drove was repossessed, and the credit cards didn’t work when he tried to pay for gas!’
‘I cancelled the car lease, he’s no longer my fiancé, and the card is from my account as well. He works as a manager at a decent company– why is it that I haven’t received even a birthday card from him, let alone a gift? Why is it that he has to use my money for everything?!’
I shot back, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. The words were barely out of my mouth when a searing pain erupted on my left cheek. The force of the slap made my head snap to the side.
I can’t believe it, I thought, the shock reverberating through me. At twenty-two years old, I never imagined I’d still be subjected to physical violence like I was as a child, but here we are.
‘How dare you speak to me that way! He is a good, hardworking man! He’s from a respectable family!’
I blinked, trying to regain my composure. Then, without another word, I turned on my heel and walked out. There was no reason to stay. Everything I had of value was gone, not just the material possessions, but any semblance of love or respect. So, no longer will I care. Let him keep the slap. As his daughter, I talked back, it was my bad.
Comments 2976:
[Ilovecrocodiles:a good man? Aha hahahahaha, what sort of father was he?]
[Aloevirginzz: don’t worry girl, he will regret!]
[Questionsandanswer: it is christmas today and author could not even shove in some theme.]
[Alivinandchris: above, the author had mentioned it before, we know already that she does not mention this much after all her books are international.]
[brotherdred: it was mentioned it the earlier chapters.]
[Murphidpedals: slap him back! How dare that garbage!]
[Buzzzzzzzzingbees: wow, just wow. I’ll wait for the author to pass out the revenge.]
Chapter 699:
A month later, in my new home, I found out I was pregnant by the one-night stand. The ring that was found on my ring finger I kept; the main reason it kept unworthy men away and it did not look absoulutely cheap, though my taste was much higher than most so it seemed that way even though i had to admit the closer I looked at the delicate design and the small diamonds ebbed inside made it so.
Also some images of me holding out my hand and allowing a man with long, distinct jointed fingers placed the ring on my hand flashed.
Even if someone like me was not liked much here in the first place, there are still a few who liked a unique beauty that was different from most asian standards.
The after a while I decided that shifting some money I had earned from good investments, I hoarded food when I started showing at eight available funds in the secondary account was running low and after a while I decided to shift over some funds, once I was a little heavier around seven months pregnant, then hired a private company for home delivery. On the ninth month, I gave birth and the child was a boy.
I wanted to laugh when they placed the tiny, bundled-up infant in my arms, carefully peeling back the blanket to inspect every inch of him. He was perfect, impossibly so, with a surprisingly full head of straight, silky black hair, skin as pale as fresh snow, and the most beautiful, slightly upturned eyes. Considering my own complexion – a warm, dark almond tone – the contrast was almost comical.
Logically, he should have inherited my darker features, perhaps even some unruly curls. Everyone says babies change as they grow, especially around two years old. I clung to that hope, anxiously awaiting his second birthday. But as he grew, he looked even less like me, more like the locals. I dreaded the inevitable questions, the confused glances. Imagine trying to convince people I wasn’t the nanny, pushing his stroller through the park.
I admitted he was probably from a dormant gene or his father’s gene fought mine like I was an enemy to get a child like that.
Still, he at least looked similar to me.
One day when I drove to the center for a meeting with my bank, as an investor i was given priviledges than many were not and as an exheress who is simply a rich one without a family to back me besides my little son.
All of this sacrifice was with the singular purpose of being the best possible mother to my son, ensuring he was well-cared for and secure, even if I was gone early.
Unfortunately, that day took a dramatic turn. I got the shock of my life.
A man appeared seemingly from nowhere, his presence radiating authority. He approached me and declared, with unwavering conviction, that I was his wife, and the boy was his son.
This…
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, my face burning with a heat so intense that if my skin were lighter, it would have been a blazing crimson.
I stared, dumbfounded, at the tall, undeniably handsome Asian man before me, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and with perfectly coiffed hair. His features were so striking, so refined, that I silently acknowledged his undeniable beauty. But when he repeated his outrageous claim, the impact hit me like a physical blow.
I think it was stress or something because the world tilted, and I lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bed, unfamiliar surroundings swirling into focus.
My eyes darted around the room, frantically searching for my son, but he was nowhere to be seen. A surge of panic coursed through me, and I bolted upright, feeling a dizzying rush of blood to my head. Scanning my surroundings, it became horrifyingly clear that this was not my home.
comments 4537:
[Carolsingalong: Finally th twist is here!]
[qqqqqaaas: I have been waiting for this part! male lead!]
[plotsandalldemholes: I am excited but i am telling myself to calm down]
[LuLuLuLu: I am excited and will not calm down. I will wait for the plothole! @plotsandalldemholes.]
[ughhuhuh:I am biting my nails, thinking if I should click the next chapter.]
Chapter 897
There are shocks in life, moments that hit you so hard they make you want to go on a rampage, to lash out at everything and everyone. The kind of volcanic fury that threatens to consume you whole.
My husband, confessed he loved another woman. How can such a thing be accepted, especially after all the drama with his family, all the sacrifices I made to appease them?
I felt that my limit had been reached, he dared to admit it to my face.
A mere secretary,the damn help, thought she could climb over my head, usurp my place, and even dared to slap me. How could I accept such blatant disrespect, such a betrayal?
I could not, I wouldn’t. Therefore, I meticulously planned my escape and ran away with my five-year-old son, as soon as my husband left for his business trip.
Because our marriage was a secret and his affair with the secretary was pblic along with his status and the threath of my child—my only relative, I had to bow my head, swallow my pride, and play the dutiful, oblivious wife in public.
I was aggrieved, suffocated by the lies and deceit. It was one mistake after another, like escaping one prison, the suffocating expectations of my family, only to enter another.
Comments 987:
[plotsandalldemholes: I am so damn upset! Why?! I had so much hope in the male lead and what did he do?!!! That secretary could not be so shameless!]
[Dendandon: the man stolen by the one she saved and now by a worker, she should just stay single and raise her child.]
[Beam: I broke my damn phone because of this and still continued hoping for more like a damn maschoschist!]
[Darkfantasy_lover: I knew it! I mean who kills off a character in such a descriptive way in the beginning? I bet I will be using my inhaler soon yo!]
[Chasingroostersanddogs: I saw this coming! I understand she had to grow and believed with all the face slapping before she would, until the part where the secretary beat her up because she dared to confront her.]
[Carolsingalong: I only commented because I couldnt resist, but damn im speechless otherwise.]
[dancingintherainclouds: above, I feel the same way. ugh.]
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