I didn’t react, and said, “Sean needs a tablet
for school. Maybe Tiffany should buy him
one!”
Mark frowned.
“We can’t have others buying things for our kid. Don’t you have money?”
I said, “My money is at the bank, can’t take it
out. Whatever, Sean, back to your room.”
Tiffany got nervous when I tried to leave.
“I’ll buy it! I’ll buy the tablet!”
When I was pregnant, I hired a detective to
check on Mark and Tiffany.
I had also put all my money in my parent’s
name.
All these years, I had been a housewife, and
asked Mark when I needed money.
Mark’s salary couldn’t support two
households, but he lived in my house, and
wanted me to raise their bastard.
So, he worked multiple jobs.
I didn’t let Tiffany off the hook.
I told her all the expensive things that Sean
used, and Tiffany bought them.
They used my money back then, and now I
was taking it all back.
The bastard looked at Sean and grabbed
Tiffany’s pants.
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“Mom, I want that.”
Tiffany slapped him in the face.
“What do you want? I feed you, you’re lucky!
You’re not as good as Sean’s toe!”
The bastard was knocked into the corner and
spit out blood.
Tiffany hugged Sean and mocked me.
“Brenda, I’m beating the kid, why don’t you
stop me? How heartless are you?”
I laughed.
“You’re hitting your own kid, why would I stop
you?”
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Tiffany laughed.
“Right! He’s not your kid. It’s fine if I beat him
to death, nobody will care!”
She smiled and caressed Sean.
“Brenda, Sean is so much different than that
bastard, he’s well–behaved and smart! You
have to raise him well! Save all your money
for him, so he doesn’t have to work!”
I agreed.
“Of course!”
Tiffany smirked, like she was mocking my
ignorance.
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She thought I was raising her kid and letting
my own kid get beaten.
She thought I was the stupidest person in the
world.
I was curious how she’d react when she
learned that the bastard was her own kid.
When Tiffany and Mark were playing with
Sean, I brought the bastard to the kitchen and
gave him bananas.
He ate them and hugged my leg.
“Aunt Brenda, you’re so nice to me. I wish
you were my mom! Can you adopt me? I
don’t want to live with Tiffany!”
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I said sarcastically, “I was even nicer to him
back then, and he still locked the sick me
away.”
Wasn’t he happy that his family was
together?
How come he was unhappy now that he was
with his real mom?
I rubbed his head and said, “You have a mom.
Only kids without moms can be adopted.”
The bastard thought about this.
I gave him two more bananas, and said, “If
others see how you’re beat, they’d arrest
your mom.”
The bastard was smart.
I said a few words, and he did something big
that night.
