Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
All because I made one silly little mistake back when I was sixteen, I’ve had to spend the rest of my days in hell. I just told one little lie; it’s not like I knew things were going to turn out that way. How was I to know that the whole world would turn on its head over a silly little lie?
What happened back then was just childhood mistakes. I wanted the boy next door so badly that I was willing to go to any lengths to get him. Even accusing him of things he hadn’t done. I didn’t know then that because of my age and his, it was a crime.
In order to keep him out of jail, his parents and mine made him marry me. He had to drop out of college when I got pregnant because I’d drugged and seduced him after he humiliated me on my wedding night. That just made him hate me more.
All my kids were conceived the same way by me fixing his drinks and lacing them with stuff. I learned very well how to time my periods and such and knew the right times. I only did this because he refused to stop seeing the woman he’d forced me to have as a maid of honor. His girlfriend from before.
Of all the women he’s screwed over the years, she’s the one I hate the most. I know the only reason he’s still with me is because of his parents and the business he wants to inherit one day. But even the fear of losing that, like they always threaten, hasn’t stopped him from seeing his one true love.
It's broken my heart for almost forty years. People think we must have a wonderful relationship because of the six kids we have, but they’d be very wrong. My kids all hate me, especially the girls, but my son has always loved and worshiped me.
It could be because he was the only boy and the one I wanted the most. I didn’t like girls because they were only going to grow up and be like me, powerless. But sons would grow up to be like my husband.
I never stopped loving him after all these years and heartaches. Even though the only time he’d touched me was when I had drugged him first, those were the best times of my life. I’ve been able to find happiness amidst the hell.
That’s why I can never forgive Amanda for what she did to my son. I had lived through it so I know it can be done. Why is she too good to endure the same things I had?
Besides, she was the one my son loved, wasn’t she? Not like me, who never knew my husband’s love. My poor boy had grown up and suffered the same fate as me, being hated by the people we loved.
Now I’m standing out here waiting to find out if my baby is going to live or die, and his father isn’t even here. “Miss. Stewart?” I turned to the nice young man with a smile.
“Yes, is the operation over? How is my son?”
“We’re still working on him, ma’am. I do need you to sign these papers here.”
“And what is this for? I already gave them the go-ahead for everything.”
“Yes, well, you didn’t sign the do not resuscitate.”
“That’s because I want him to be resuscitated.”
“I know, that’s why you have to sign this last form. The last one only states that you want him to be resuscitated but not that you don’t want him to be not resuscitated.”
“I don’t even understand what you just said; just give me the papers. You doctors speak the way you write.” I signed the papers, glad that at least this young man took his job seriously. None of those others mentioned this form to me.
At least I know now that these vultures can’t kill my baby. They have no choice but to keep him alive, or I’ll sue them for all they’re worth. Money is about all I have left in this world now.
My husband is still holding a grudge all these years later and has hardly even sat down to a meal with me. The only time that ever happened was when we went to his parents for the holidays with the kids, whom they loved and adored.
I would say one thing, though, as much as he hates me, he does love his kids. He never had any with the other woman, which is one of the only reasons why I think things weren’t much worse for me. He may have neglected me, but he never neglected the kids.
And I used to rub the fact that his bitch couldn’t give him kids like I could in her face every chance I got. In fact, I got most of the good things in life thanks to her. Like how I convinced my in-laws that because of how tenuous things were in our lives, it was best to put the house in my name.