Adopted by beyonce

Chapter 18 (updated)

‼️Short filler chapter‼️

**Beyoncé's POV:**

Today, I'm going to pick up Neveah and Faith and bring them to church. Ever since Neveah almost got assaulted, I feel she needs a lot more Jesus in her life. When I reach her house, my cute little granddaughter is wearing a gray and red dress with her white sandals, and her hair is in a messy bun. Neveah is wearing a black high-low dress and nude shoes, with her hair in wet curls.

"Hey, Mom," Neveah greets me as I walk in.

"Baby, you look so beautiful. I'm really happy you decided to come to church with me today," I say, giving her a warm smile.

"Yeah, totally, uhh... an-anytime," Neveah replies, her voice shaky.

"Well, we should get going," I suggest, noticing her unease.

Once we get to the church, I notice Neveah constantly checking her phone. After the service, I decide to talk to her.

"Why were you checking your phone?" I ask her as we walk to the car.

"Huh?" she responds, clearly distracted.

"At church, your phone. Were you expecting a call?" I press, trying to understand her behavior.

"Oh, umm... no, just was, uh... checking the time," she says, but I can tell she's not being truthful.

**Neveah's POV:**

I know in my heart I was lying to my mom. My foster sister Kayla wanted to meet Faith, and I just couldn't wait to see her, so I had to keep texting her and telling her I would be two hours late.

*At the foster house*

"Heyyyy, girly!" Kayla greets me enthusiastically as we walk in.

"Hey, I miss—" I start, but Faith interrupts.

"Mwommy, I dwont lwike it hwere," Faith says, clinging to my leg.

"Faith, don't be ru—" I begin to scold her, but Kayla cuts me off.

"And you must be Faith. Hi, I'm Kay—" Kayla starts.

"I'm so sorry, she's real—" I try to apologize.

"No, it's fine. I understand. She's not used to this dump. I'm 18, and I'm still living here," Kayla says, giving Faith a sympathetic smile.

When I get back to the house, Faith is asleep, and I'm exhausted. For some reason, I'm missing Jake a lot more. My life is becoming harder. I can't raise Faith all by myself. She's becoming a huge handful and misses her dad. I'm starting to regret being alive... again.

As I sit on the edge of my bed, the weight of everything hits me. Tears well up in my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, trying not to wake Faith. The room is silent except for the sound of my muffled cries and the occasional rustle of Faith's blankets as she shifts in her sleep.

I think about Jake and how different things would be if he were here. I miss his strength, his calm presence, and the way he always knew how to make things better. Without him, everything feels so overwhelming. I feel so alone, and the thought of facing another day fills me with dread.