Money Ain't Loyal
She couldn't help but take out the paper, unfold it, and read through its content yet again.
The first sentence struck a knife into her heart. As she read further, each word pushed the knife deeper, each sentence twisted the blade in her heart.
“Your father might still be alive. Ever since your conception, I promised myself I wouldn't let him know of you. He was bad. I wanted the best for you. But you struck a knife in my heart, child, as you grew up to be as bad as him. I was stubborn to believe this. You're my child. Then, when you moved to America, I knew it was fate. It was by every means drawing you closer to him. Attached to this letter is a photograph of him. His name, I've sworn not
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