Fated Love

chapter 29

(Sharon's POV)
Generally, my day had been great that day . I got to spend some time with my friends, and that helped ease my nerves after a long day of work and the shocking but good news that I got almost at the end of the day. The only thing that could have put me day was my stupid decision to keep the news from Dean but after Both Sheila and tesse's speech, I realized they were right. I should give Dean a chance to decide if je wanted our moonpie, before anything else.

All I had to do was just to woman up, and fess up ...but not tonight.

I had decided to do it on the following day.For that one day only, I had decided to just go straight to my room, strip out of everything I was wearing and take a well-deserved rest. My peanut and I deserved it.

I most specially wanted to spare my little one the unnecessary pressure by avoiding godzhela that was living in my house. If I didn't feel bad for my stepchild, I would have already kicked her out, a long time ago. I was not in the mood to entertain her nonsensical bull-crap, on that special night.

I arrived home and parked my car at the garage while searching for any signs of my husband's car. I wanted to be sure he was home to know how to behave to avoid disclosing anything, until I was ready.

After confirming that Dean was not there, I walked to the front door wondering where he might be. He said he came from caffei that was an hour ago. Why wasn't his car there? I shrugged it off lightly. I was not his baby sitter. Thanks to that, I would have peace, he wouldn't have time to question my whereabouts.

Ever since Dean traveled to the plantation three days before, I made myself scarce to avoid Zhela at all cost. I went to work at ungodly hours every day, and only came home at nine, only to disappear directly to my bedroom. It was easier to do that since Miranda hadn't come back from when she went to see her mother, a week ago, and the househelps could fend for themselves against Zhela.

However, things were different that day-As soon as I opened the door, I was received by loud painful cries and screams from the kitchen. I couldn't even try to ignore it, because I realized that the painful cries, were from Miranda. I lost it.

In a blink of an eye, I was in the kitchen and what I saw made my stomach turn, While laughing sadistically, Zhela was slapping, scratching and even punching Miranda who just stood there defenselessly crying . The poor girl had blood dripping from her lip but Zhela did not care. What kind of a monster was that?

Rage seethed through my veins and I charged toward them. That was my home she had no right to cause a scene in the middle of the night like that. And She had no right abusing anyone, most especially, my guest. Miranda was my guest and It did not matter to me that they were cousins.

"What do you think you are doing?" I had asked before grabbing her by her braided hair. She immediately let go of Miranda, to save herself thusly, I took the opportunity to drag her sorry ass to the living room. I initially wanted to drag her out the door, but one thought about the baby she was carrying had me making an abrupt stop at the living room.

She was wailing for me to let go and I did, but not before I whacked her across the face. That was for Miranda's lip.

I didn't even feel bad when her eyes widened in horror. She deserved. Zhela had had it coming. I had already warned her more than I could count to never touch Miranda, but she didn't listen. The time for warning was over.

Zhela took a moment, before she tried to get up from the couch that she had landed, but I pointed at her, "I am sick and tired of your drama in my house."

"How dare you lay a finger on me? I am pregnant!" She pouted. Her hands were still caressing her face.

I stepped closer, "So what if you are pregnant? no one here made you pregnant, if you want someone to put your anger on, find Dean.Let me warn you one last time, If you ever touch Miranda, again, I will kill you." I threatened.