Eight Years Gone
Eight years after running away pregnant, I found myself crossing paths with my ex-husband, Howard Quinn.
His friends stared at me in surprise. "So, this is what you have become after leaving Howard? Reduced to a cleaner?"
When I was six-months pregnant, I met with an accident. While I lay there, he was staying by the side of another woman, his so-called true love, in labor, never leaving her side.
When I confronted him, in pieces, he looked at me bored and impatiently. "Don't be so jealous and petty. I have no time for you. As long as you behave, you'll always be Mrs. Quinn."
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I ran away, staying away for eight long years.
Now, those sharp eyes glared at me. "Have you had enough? If so, come home."
What he didn't know was that my husband and daughter had already made dinner, waiting for me and my son to return home.