His Woman, His Wife, His Widow by Janice Jones

Author:Janice Jones
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

My heart and soul ached as I held my head and thought about Shaun’s betrayal. I searched the Spirit in me; the Spirit I had neglected, for answers. I started making myself believe that since I had been so neglectful to God, perhaps He started neglecting me. I was living in sin, I had a baby out of wedlock, and I was living with a lying, cheating, drug dealer; a perpetual destroyer of human lives. I’d been back in church for six weeks, yet I had virtually walked away from God for over four years. I couldn’t blame Him for forgetting about me.

I remained in the chair for more than an hour after Keva left. I sat there crying until I heard my daughter awaken. I went upstairs, changed her, came back down, prepared her bottle and then went back upstairs to feed her. I held my daughter, looking down into her beautiful face, staring at the face that belonged to the man who had broken my heart.

While I loved my daughter with all my heart, I hated looking at her right now. I hated what her face represented. I hated the pain I was in right now because of the face that looked just like hers. It was very hard to be with her at this moment, but I knew Shauntae had to eat. I silently pleaded with her, however, to hurry up, finish and go back to sleep. I needed to be away from her.

Shauntae must have felt my need for space, because she fell right back to sleep as soon as I burped her. However, moments of solitude were not to be had. Shaun came in just as I headed downstairs to wash my daughter’s bottle.

He had not even closed the door behind him before I hurled Shauntae’s bottle down the stairs right at his head. The plastic bottle connected with a dull thump, making me angry because it was not made of glass.

“What the ... Lindsay, why are you throwing things at me?” Shaun spat.

I didn’t answer his question. Instead I ran down the stairs at top speed and attacked him. I swung my fist with all my might. I didn’t even bother aiming. I just swung. It had been a long time since I had actually been in a fistfight, but the way my blows were connecting let me know I had not lost my skill. Truth be told, I was probably only winning the fight because Shaun wasn’t fighting back. He was so caught off guard by the whole attack that he just stood there trying to block my punches.

Eventually his defensive nature took over. He grabbed me off my feet in a big bear hug, throwing us on the sofa. Shaun held my arms very tightly to prevent me from hitting him anymore. By then, however, his nose was bleeding, his lip was busted and bleeding, and my knuckles were scrapped and swollen. Oh yes! I whipped his tail, but I still wanted more.

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