I rejected the doctor's suggestion of intravenous infusion and took the medicine home. I held the pill in my mouth and the bitterness just spread on the tip of my tongue.
When Richard Hyes came back, he walked up to me and glanced at me, "You’re six years older than Afro, how can you be so ignorant? Don't you care about the face of our families? Go to the police station and withdraw the case."
He handed over a paper, "You don't want your father-in-law's scandal to be on the headlines tomorrow, do you? If your mother-in-law knows, she will go crazy again."
I flipped through the photos and documents handed over by the man and my eyes sank.
My father had always been bearish and the women he had slept with could be so much trouble.
After a provocation at home, my mother was pushed down the stairs and lost her eight-month-old son in her belly.
My mother had not had a miscarriage yet and the fact that my father's mistress gave birth to a son hit her so hard. She became mentally broken. How could she not when she borne such a blow?
The poor man who supported her wholeheartedly betrayed not only the vows of love, but also her beliefs.