Gwen.I stepped into the kitchen and met Jasmine sitting on the kitchen island, waiting for her father. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw me.“Are you here to make the pancakes for me, Mommy?” she asked. Though I was a bit caught off guard, I answered.“Yes, baby,” I beamed.I didn't know anything about making pancakes for her, but I was sure that's why Henry came out from the kitchen without Jasmine. I walked towards the fridge and pulled it open, hoping I had some strawberry jam, but cursed my luck because there was nothing in there. And one thing about Jasmine and her pancakes was that she only ate them when there was strawberry jam.I closed the fridge and looked at her; she was already staring at me, anticipating.“So…there is no jam, baby,” her face fell, lips pouted in a cute way.Quickly, I added, “Do you want some spaghetti, baby? I made some last night?” I asked, knowing fully well she wouldn't say no as long as it was spaghetti.I watched amused as she placed her finger on
Chapter 15Gwen.He looked at me blankly before opening his mouth to say words that a mother who loves and cherishes her child so much should never hear. “You aren't taking Jasmine with you, Gwen. You're leaving alone.” My steps faltered once I heard that; slowly, I turned to look at him with my brows raised. He didn’t… No, he didn’t just say what I think I heard, did he? He didn’t say I’m not taking my daughter with me? “What the hell are you saying, Henry?” I barked, glaring at him, urging him to repeat those words, to tell me what he said earlier. “I think you heard me clearly, Gwen. Jasmine isn’t going with you. You are leaving alone without my daughter.” His tone was more clipped and firm now. While I looked at him bewildered, he didn’t just spew that nonsense from his mouth. “What do you mean, I’m not taking your daughter away from YOU?” I asked, taking another step closer until I was just three to four steps away from him. “I don’t have the time to keep on repeating myse
Gwen. The slap I gave him did nothing to hide my pain, anger, and resentment towards him. He was nothing but an asshole who thinks the whole world should be under his feet because he had money. Well, screw him and his money. “What the fuck did you just do, Gwen?” he growled, and I didn't bother backing out or showing any sign of being scared. “And I will do that again and again if you don't tell me that what you just said was a lie and a fucking prank, Henry,” I screamed. My hands went up to my hair, and I tugged at it… hard. I didn't bother considering how painful it was going to be. All I wanted at the moment was to hear Henry tell me that this was a joke. That him telling me I signed the termination of parental rights was a lie, and every other thing was a damn fucking lie. I don't care if he moves on with the divorce, hell, I would gladly divorce him a million times if I have my Jasmine by my side. “Tell me that what you've just said is one big lie! There's no way I woul
Gwen. I left the kitchen after trying hard to calm myself which I failed woefully, the tears came pouring out when my daughter ran to meet me and ask if I was okay. I couldn't even speak to her all I could do was pick her up and make my way to her bedroom. The sweet flowery scent of her room welcomed us as we got in. I dropped her on her bed and made my way quickly to her wardrobe, I packed her things in like a mad person. I was glad Jasmine didn’t say or ask any question while I was packing, I concentrated on the packing, and in the blink of an eye, I was done. I arranged the bags in the corner of the room and after that took Jasmine and gave her a quick bath. Any second in this house felt like I was imprisoned in a cell, Henry was a fucking asshole who thinks he owns the world and every living thing in it must bow to him. I will leave with my child and I don't care what he is going to do, Jasmine is as much a child as much as she's his. I have the right to take her because I was
Gwen. “Gwen!!” His voice reverberated in the living room, and my heart stopped beating. My breathing stopped as I counted from one to three. In my mind, I pray for Henry not to lash out at me. “Where do you think you're taking my child to Gwen?” He yelled. Slowly I turned and truly he was mad….no he looked super mad. I hugged Jasmine tighter for my comfort, she also held me close much to my relief. “I’m taking my child out from this home Henry,” I said trying to make my voice sound as firm as I could. Even though my inside was all shaky and mushy. He glared at me and my eyes connected with the phone that was still hanging on his hand. ‘Was he still on a call with his mistress?’ Feeling my gaze on the phone in his hand, he mumbled something I couldn’t hear before putting the phone down. After that, he made his way to me and I took conscious steps back. “You aren’t taking my daughter out of my house Gwen. This is her house and she belongs here!” I shook my head frantically. “
Henry. I thought divorcing and taking Jasmine from Gwen would make me feel better. I’d thought seeing her beg and grovel under my feet would give me the satisfaction I haven’t had in years but why do I feel worse instead? Why do I feel like something is tugging at my heart over and over as I watch her beg for her child? I shouldn’t be doing this, this was her child. Someone she has catered to and nurtured for years now and now is taking it away from her. I tried to steel my heart and not let her crying and pleading sway me, if I wanted to do this then I must finish what I have started. Gwen had to suffer, she needed to know what I’ve gone through in the years of being with her. I have always felt like I’d been tied anytime I was with her, her presence suffocates me and I don’t it. “Please, Henry.” Her voice was barely heard. The tears were starting to fall out, and I could see how broken she looked with her eyes begging me to let them go. She held Jasmine tighter like she was
Gwen. While the men were dragging me out I d I’d not bother struggling or even call Henry for his intervention, and even when I was out of the mansion with my bags thrown at me like I was a slave being tossed out I didn’t call for Henry’s help again. I knew it was over, I knew any of that would be a waste of time. I knew calling and hoping on him would be like hoping for rain to fall when it’s winter. It sounds bizarre that the one person I could die for would do this to me. I still couldn’t believe it, it all still feels like a damn dream to me. I slumped on the ground beside the gate as I stared at the mansion in a daze. I still find it hard to believe that this was happening, that my child was no longer with me. Someone whom I have adored and loved my whole life was taken from me by someone whom I call my love. The love of my life, I snorted. What an irony!With my shoulders slumped and my dampened spirit, I rested my back on the iron gate not flinging when the hotness touche
Gwen. The realization dawned on me that someone had taken my bag, taken the only source of living from me. In that bag I had the money I'd saved from those years I've been with Henry, I was thinking of starting something with it but now it has gotten stolen. My heart stopped beating for a while, I thought of the complications and discomfort this would cause me. With no money and no place to call home, I didn't think I was going to survive this. For a minute there I was glad herng didn't let me take Jasmine. What if I had brought her out and this happened? How was I going to cope with her when I didn’t have anything? As if the rain was mocking me it decided to pour more, carrying a heavy wind and I shuddered from the cold. I was sure that if I didn’t die from this cold then definitely I was going to die from hunger. My stomach wouldn’t stop rumbling even as the rain kept on falling, what am I going to do now?There is no way I would get food without paying or working for it, I need