“That’s so thoughtful of you, honey. Tiffany’s
young and inexperienced. She probably needs
to get checked out. Go ahead, I’ll watch the
baby.”
Sure, I said that, but I held onto that little
monster like it was gold, cooing over it and
pointedly ignoring Tiffany’s baby.
Tiffany saw me snubbing her kid and gave me
a smug smile.
“Thanks for watching my little angel, Brenda.”
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She strutted out of the room, all high and
mighty, with Mark holding her arm.
As soon as they were gone, I switched the
babies back.
When Tiffany came back, her little hellion was
lying in his bassinet, crying his eyes out.
“Worthless piece of trash, always crying! I’ll
smack your mouth if you don’t shut it!”
Tiffany snarled at the baby, even slapping
him. He just cried harder.
I pretended not to notice, just clutching my
son.
This time, I’d protect him.
I’d make sure he grew up happy and healthy.
As for that other kid… Tiffany liked them
dumb, right?
Well, she could just beat her own flesh and
blood into a vegetable.
I wondered if she’d regret it when she knew
the truth.
Three days later, I was discharged. Tiffany
had the nerve to move into the apartment
right across the hall!
We lived in a fancy complex, where even
renting was expensive.
Tiffany wasn’t exactly rolling in dough.
I checked our joint bank account
transactions, and sure enough, Mark had
transferred over seven thousand dollars.
Exactly one year’s rent for Tiffany.
Back then, I’d married Mark for his kind heart.
I’d brought money, a house, and a car into the
marriage.
Mark treated me like gold, showering me with
love.
He convinced me to quit my job to take care
of our “son“.
He swore he’d work hard and provide for us.
But his measly paycheck barely covered the
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I bent over backwards trying to raise that
monster from an idiot to a college graduate.
Years of stress gave me cancer.
The doctors said it was treatable, but he
refused to pay for my treatments.
He sent me to that old shack to die.
That little monster hated me.
“You have all this money and you force me to
study? You don’t want me to have a good
life? Mom says I get all the money when
you’re dead, so I don’t need to work!”
Tiffany stood by him, smirking.
“Didn’t you know? This is my real son, your
son is that retard at my house. I hit him in the
head with a rolling pin. He got lucky and
didn’t die, but he drools and calls for his
mom.”
“Too bad his mom is busy raising my son, and
will never answer him!”
I died locked in that shack, and saw them
living happily as a family.
My poor son was shoved into a trunk like an
animal.
Then, Tiffany knocked on my door.
The hatred in my eyes almost boiled over.
Tiffany was playing the poor, single mom
card, just like before.
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“Brenda, do you have any extra formula? I
spent all my money on rent, and I can’t buy
formula. My baby is crying because of
hunger!”
I was about to speak when Mark stepped out
of the bedroom, holding two expired cans of
baby formula.
“We’re not rich, formula is expensive. I can’t
starve my kid to feed yours!”
His kid…
He would rather give his kid big–brand
formula and my son the expired stuff.
I slapped the formula out of his hands and
scoffed.
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“You were going to give this trash to a baby?
You want it to die?”
Mark thought I would give Tiffany the good
stuff, and quickly said, “That’s not our kid.
Who cares if he dies?”
