Back then, Dwayne would often say, "She was born with the temperament of a young lady."
"I don't expect her to be well-behaved and sensible, as long as our child is as good as her."
His words came true.
In the fifth year after Sienna came into our family and after enduring so many struggles, I was finally pregnant.
I rushed to my husband, eager to tell him the news, but the moment I pushed the door open, I saw the two of them embracing.
On the large bed in the master bedroom, the two of them were lost in passionate lovemaking, oblivious to the world around them.
On Sienna's neck still lay the lucky charm I had gotten for her when she was eighteen years old.
I was shocked and speechless for a long time.
I slapped Dwayne in the face and asked him why he did it and why he targeted Sienna. "She's a child. She's a child we raised ourselves."
"Dwayne, you beast!"
"You're worse than an animal!"
At that time, I thought he was the one who had seduced Sienna.
I even thought about calling the police to seek justice for her.
But then she grabbed my hand and said with a grin, "Don't be angry, Auntie, you're getting wrinkles around your eyes."
"Dwayne and I are in love, please don't break us up," she said.