“I’ve already given our baby a name, Asher.”
“It means together again and whole, joy and satisfaction.”
Asher… Asher…
So this baby was never mine.
So the small bit of love left behind was fake as well.
Back then, because of Eulalie’s words, I felt ashamed and couldn’t eat or sleep.
To show how much I loved her, I pushed through deep snow, bowing and kneeling one step at a time to pray for her safety lock.
I promised I would succeed.
I promised I would give her a stable life.
That unborn baby was proof of our affection.
It was the reason that kept me moving forward.
But now, Eulalie gave this safety lock to someone else.
She repaid what she owed the baby and me by handing it to the other man and her illegitimate child.
I took a slow breath, trying to act like it didn’t matter.
But Percy noticed me right away.
He laughed and said, “Sister Eulalie, your kept man is here again to watch over you.”
“If you ask me, some people should stop trying so hard to get attention, okay?”
He played with the safety lock, his face full of dislike.
“If you can’t please your own woman, don’t blame others for stepping in first.”