Cecilia, Cecilia, was cleaning the master bedroom for her niece, Cynthia Taylor. And my clothes and belongings were thrown on the floor like garbage.
"What are you doing? This is my cousin's house. I can live wherever I want! Why don't you move out?"
Cynthia put her hands on her hips and looked at me provocatively.
My husband, Jaxon Wells, protected her. "Stop talking nonsense! It doesn't matter where you sleep. You have to make room for the guest. Get out of the way!"
I stared at those ugly faces and recalled this marriage in a trance.
Today was the fifth day after my abortion, and he couldn't wait to take his mistress back.
At the beginning, he was penniless, with no money and no house, and I accompanied him through all the hardships.
I lived frugally to take care of my family. But the hard work damaged my health. I had miscarriages every three times I got pregnant.
Right after the abortion, mistress made a fuss in the hospital.
"Other people can go back to work after giving birth. Why are you so delicate? You can't even have a baby, but you are wasting money!
"It costs hundreds of dollars a day to be hospitalized. You don't deserve it. Stand up!"