ou did not want me here anymore. That would have been perfectly understandable. I mean, it's not like you ever wanted me from the start. But this, mother? Wha

has made me feel throughout the years. Nothing will be left unsaid. We are lying it all here. She points a finger to my face. If it was before now, I would be cowering in, trembling with fear, but not today. Today my guard

t, even worse than that. Thank God I respect myself, else I would have called you all those names right now. You know what, there is something else very important that nobody has dared to tell you, but I will do the honours. I want you to hear it straight from me because I believe I am the right person to tell you this. You don't deserve th

wife? Saviour of the oppresse

s voice is calm, but cold and commanding. It holds such authority tha

. Or worse, do you believe what she is saying?" She finishes fuming, and Jerol lets go of her hand, his

a total stranger to both of you. Maybe you can cla

on't say I didn't warn you. You better be strict with her if you don't want her disrespecting

is saying are nothing but lies, then don't was

call." Sh

bringing me to this world. For that reason alone, I have tried to be as much generous as possible. Here," I hand her the en

rateful bitch. And you," she turns to Jerol who sneaked his hand around my waist without my knowledge until now. "Didn't you make a promise to me

only me who knows your worth. Thank God I didn't bring that envelope with nothing

she will automatically become rich by trading my life, she better think and thinks again. I ca

ou expect me to do

ge? She opens her mouth and regard a whopping five hundred thousand as mare change! May thunder fire her mouth! May she break h

er you choose to do with that change is none of your freaking business. It does not matter to me anymore. What I want is for us to part ways. I am giving you what you have always wanted - to get rid of me. You never wanted me, you still don't want me. I also don't need you, Gracia

y now. I am stinking rich. She might try to deceive me with a few crocodile tears. Before that happens, I pull my husband, and we walk out,

hy do you need to explain anything?" My mind s

like a street dog, I don't look at them twice. For the ones that helped me once or twice or countless times, I can still manage to spare them a smile despite my heavy heart for what happened b

ns around, speeding off, leaving this c

old, and hel