A D'yani Fanfic.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red.
Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Just one of those fucki...
Note: This chapter covers issues surrounding domestic violence, abuse, and suicide.
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📍Manchester, Jamaica | Mandeville
A Few Days Later | Saturday, April 27th
7:30 PM ⏰
The year that I had finalized my divorce, almost nine thousand domestic violence cases were reported in Jamaica.
Nine thousand.
Can you believe that?
It was a statistic that my lawyers had repeated over and over again during the trial, to push any last-resort efforts to have the ruling be made in my favor.
To know that I sat within that heavy number of victims, who'd experienced such horror, was heartbreaking.
I'd been forced to stay silent about the full truth, Christien's lawyers had offered me hush money if I downplayed the reality of the ill-treatment I'd experienced at his hands.
I was to omit the stomach-churning stuff they said and paint him in the best image that I could.
Nobody would believe me anyway...
They'd promised me a healthy sum, all in exchange for my silence.
At the time, I was battling the struggle of two elderly sick parents, and I had to make ends meet, so I took it.
Set myself up, paid off overdue medical bills, and got a house for my parents and myself.
A part of me was ashamed to take money, the guilt had weasled its way into the darkest parts of my subconscious, and I didn't know how to cope.
But life has a funny way of working out when you least expect it.
A few weeks later, evidence that had been tampered with during the trial was leaked to the press, photos, phone conversations, the whole shebang.
It was out there for the entire world to see, and form their opinions on.
Which they did, over and over again.
Christien's hated me ever since he swore up and down that I had something to do with it.
But a neva me, God just came through for his child.
