NEVER WHAT IT SEEMED
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- Votos 2
- Capítulos 16
Being in a marriage with her ex-boyfriend's bestfriend wasn't what she wanted infact she had never dreamed of it but here she was with a child even, a child she thought was his all along.
Her ex; Debare has finally returned back from Japan and he is the least happy about what had happened in his absence but he wasn't going to accept the fact that he was the cause of it; a little misunderstanding which he was yet to discover.
Genesis is trying to fit in into the life she was living after all she had never had her way for as long as she can remember. A dad who doesn't show much care, a mom who really can't say anything and her brothers who are just working their butts off for whatever their father's company could offer; their inheritance and now a man she doesn't love to be with her till death did them part.
Debare might have thrown his past away but he still had feelings for the woman who was once in it, the woman married to his bestfriend.
INSIDE THE BOOK:::::::::
"So you can't see it too?" she said dropping her tea cup.
"see what exactly ma?" I asked getting confused.
" Her child's eyes. Genesis's child had your eyes and she talks just like you too. Sharp mouthed, brave, open minded and let's not forget she's not shy either" she tried pointing out.
"With all due respect ma, all these could be minor coincidence and nothings else. I saw them myself having fun on his bed and she slept there comfortably putting on what I can't even call clothes" I was already getting angry remembering the scene that took place years ago.
"I dont know what you mean or what happened but I'm a mother and I know what I'm saying. That child is yours" she drank out of her tea cup. It couldn't be, I mean I saw them, she cheated and they wanted to give me someone else's child to call my own but what if it was true.
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