I felt like I had been struck by lightning.
I had no idea when the two of them had gotten together.
I had no idea how I could raise such an ungrateful child.
For all those years I took care of her, I never once spared my efforts.
When she told me she missed home and struggled to sleep, I stayed with her, night after night.
When she said she was bullied at school, I stood up for her.
When she said her uncle seemed to dislike her, so I encouraged Dwayne to spend more time with her.
To my surprise, the kind of "disliking" she spoke of was actually romantic affection.
I passed out in anger and I almost lost my baby.
When I was hospitalized, Sienna kept sending me provocative messages, a video of the two of them together, Dwayne's sweet words of vows of eternal love and even the divorce papers Dwayne had already prepared.
After seeing that thick stack of videotapes, I vomited for three days and three nights.
I just couldn't do anything about it.
Imagined the woman in front of me posing in lingerie was the timid little girl I first met back then, I almost cried my eyes out.
Besides, Dwayne never visited me once.
When I returned home from the hospital, I saw him directing people to move my belongings.