“Do you really think this little ‘weight’ in your belly will keep him from leaving? – the mistress of my husband told me😱
“Do you really think this will stop him?!” a strong voice shot back, filled with disdain. Then, a bitter, mocking laugh erupted. It was her, my husband’s mistress. She entered the room, a smug smile glued to her lips, and walked towards the bed with icy confidence. Her gaze swept the room, lingering on me for a moment, as if I were just a decoration she could freely entertain herself with.
“So, do you see what this leads to?” she laughed, a sarcastic tone in her voice. “A pregnancy, a husband who runs away, and all of that… You’re just here to be a burden, and I’m going to have to deal with the chaos you left behind.”
She rolled her eyes before continuing, her dismissive attitude never leaving her face. “Do you really think this little ‘weight’ in your belly will keep him from staying? No, it’s just a chain. He is finally free from you and everything you represent.”
She stood there, delighting in her own cruelty, her laughter echoing in the room like a painful reminder. My heart raced, and each word of her attack hit harder than the last.
“Who dares call my daughter a burden?” – I said to her with icy anger, wanting to hit her. Just as I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, something changed. 😱
The door suddenly opened, and a deep voice rang out in the room, immediately imposing silence. 😱😱😱
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The moment the door opened, everything seemed to stop. The mistress froze, her smile slowly fading as an imposing figure stood in the doorway. It was him. My father. A man of great stature, his gaze hard and determined.
“How dare you say that in front of my granddaughter?” His voice, deep and authoritative, shattered the silence, immediately commanding respect. He stepped forward slowly, his eyes fixed on the mistress with a cold fury.
She tried to step back, but he looked at her with such intensity that she had no choice but to remain silent. The weight of his words was enough to make her retract.
“She is not a burden,” he said, his tone sharp as a knife. “And you, you’re just a mistake that I will make sure to correct.”
My heart was pounding, but a strange sense of relief washed over me. It was the first time I had seen my father defend my daughter with such determination.
He turned to me, and without saying a word, he stepped closer, gently embracing me.
“We’re going home,” he whispered, his arms comforting me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.”
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