Edna Johnson is a young mother who's had to learn survival the hard way. Abandoned by her parents and betrayed by the man she once loved, she's determined to give her child the love and stability she never had-even if it means standing alone.
Alex L...
I could see Alex was angry at my response to his questions. If only he knew he was the answer to those questions. But it was better that Peter remained a secret. I couldn't risk my son being hurt by Alex—especially if he found out Peter was his and chose to deny him.
"It's better nobody finds out who the father of my child is," I said to myself.
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When we arrived at my mother's house, Peter ran to hug her the moment he saw her sitting on the porch. "Nana! Nana! Nana!" Peter shouted as he ran to meet her.
Mum was too weak to pick him up, but she did anyway. "Nana, we packed!" Peter announced proudly.
Oh shit. What was I going to say now? Maybe something like, "Hey Mum, I got married to the man who broke my heart and destroyed my reputation. But don't worry—it's all good."
I froze, sweat suddenly trickling down my face.
"What do you mean, 'packed'?" my mother asked Peter.
"From our little house to the very big house of a very funny man," Peter said cheerfully in his innocent voice.
Mum set Peter down and gave me a sharp, questioning look.
"Peter, go into the house. Nana and I will meet you—" Peter didn't even let me finish before darting inside.
As soon as he was out of sight, Mum wasted no time. "What is Peter talking about?" she asked sternly.
I walked over to the porch to meet her and motioned for her to sit. She stubbornly refused—she wanted answers.
"Mum, it's going to be a long discussion. We have to sit down," I insisted.
She finally sat, and I joined her.
I spilled everything. The truth about Alex. The blackmail. Everything. Mum was furious. She looked heartbroken, helpless—especially with her being so sick.
"Have you told him about Peter?" Mum asked.
"Hell no!" I said loudly. "That fool doesn't deserve to know anything about my precious boy. Peter is an angel. He doesn't need someone like Alex—a man who only cares about wealth—as his father. I am both his father and his mother."
"If you say so. But Edna, don't deny the man the right to know his son. He deserves to know," my mother said gently. "He's not entirely to blame for what happened. Two years ago, all the evidence pointed to you."
"And he was supposed to trust me—that I didn't do it. But he didn't. Besides, I never knew my dad, and it wasn't that bad."
"And look how that turned out," she said, challenging me.
"I don't want to tell him. Then he'll just come up with excuses, saying I'm pinning a child on him. I'm saving him the trouble and protecting Peter from getting hurt," I said, folding my arms tightly across my chest like I was shielding my heart.
"If you say so. But think about it, Edna."
"Let's go inside and see what Peter is up to," she said, smiling softly.
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There was something off about Mum today. I could feel it. It felt like she was hiding something, but I didn't want to push her.
"I need to get some rest," she said, interrupting my thoughts.
She looked pale. "Let me take you to your room, then I'll make dinner before Peter and I head home," I told her.
She nodded in agreement.
I helped her to her room. She took her medication and laid down.
"Sleep, Mum. Have some rest. Everything will be alright," I said, trying to reassure her.
And with that, she zoned out.
After preparing dinner for her, Peter and I headed back home—to return to my reality.
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