CHAPTER 52: Papa and Mama

As I watched Duziell sleep again, memories of the time I was with Brantley came flooding back.

Never once have we had sex. I was already pregnant with Duziell when we lived together. Almost a year later, after I gave birth to him, his treatment towards me started to change in a negative way.

It wasn't just the attempt to touch me that disgusted him, but he also despised me. None of the promises he made to me were fulfilled.

He told me not to label myself as "second hand," but he made me feel that way multiple times. How ugly my body was and how repulsed he was by it.

He promised me a healthy relationship and that together we'd build a harmonious family, which obviously never happened.

All the emotional, mental, and physical abuse I received from him left deep scars. And the truth is, a part of me wishes I hadn't left Ezekiel's mansion. Every time I undergo the lowest point of my life, I wish I should've fought for the position in Ezekiel's heart. Then maybe my son and I have suffered