NovelEnglishChapter 246 My so-called best friend had her eye on my husband.
She gotdrunk and took sprivate photos ofunconscious with a stranger.
My husband bootedout, and my little boy, just five, started despising me.
Only my sickly daughter was willing to stick by me.
I figured we'd be out on the street, but then these three farmers cto our rescue.
They claimed to be my long-lost brothers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith their help, my daughter and I got a fresh start on their farm until my ex tracked us down, trying to snatch my daughter away. "Grace, you can be as loose as you want, but our daughter isn't staying with you. You'll ruin her," my ex spat, trying to take my daughter. I held on tight He lashed out. kickingsquare in the gut, but I still wouldn't budge, even when he crushed my hand under his heel "Or maybe I'll take you too, if you beg and clean my shoes" AntoKaufman's eyes were crazed, his voice dripping with scorn "I haven't done anything wrong! No way I'm saying sorry!" I shot back at Antomo.
My daughter. Mollie Kaufman, even got in on it, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
Antoscowled and whacked the back of her head. "Mollie. I'm your dad, and you bit me?" It just made Mollie fight harder.
Antoballed up his fist and aimed it at Mollie's face.
"Keep your hands off my daughter!" I threw myself at Antonio, not letting him hurt Mollic.
Back then, to keepfrom getting any money after we split, Antowas ready to show my naked pictures to everyone.
While people were cursingout, Antowas scheming to steal my daughter Mollie toldthat she wanted to be withand handed over every last cent from her piggy bank to fund our escape.
Antonio, in his twisted mind, figured Mollie had gone sour, so he let her have it with a slap.
The thought of what Antomight do to Mollie if he got his hands on her turned my stomach Antowas taken aback when I stood up to him, fighting for our daughter He slappedso hard that I hit the dirt With a sinister chuckle, Antokickeddown and then stomped on my back with all his might A searing pain in my chest, and the next thing I knew. I was coughing up blood.
Mollie, seeingspit out blood, screamed, "Let go of my mom!" "Mollie, if you want to keep your mom safe, cwithand get out of here!" Antotried to threaten Mollie.
My poor Mollie, just nine years old, was terrified. Seeingon the floor, she begged. "Please don't hurt Mom..." Antonio, with a darkened face, flungaside and hoisted Mollie up, ready to walk off. "You'll never Mollie again, you heart.ne But Mollie wriggled in his grip, shouting, "I want my mom. You bad man. putdown!" The more she resisted, the angrier Antogrew.
Mollie sank her teeth into his shoulder once more. That was when he lost it, tossing her aside like she was nothing.
"Mollie, you're begging for it!" Antogrowled. He unfastened his cuffs. ready to roll up his sleeves.
As soon as Mollie landed on the ground, she sprinted toward me, not minding Antonio's threatening posture. When she saw the blood on my hand, her eyes welled up with tears. Yet, she still helpedto my feet. "Mom, we need to get out of here," Mollic urged. I clenched my teeth against the throbbing pain anthe managed to stand up. Together, Mollie and I started to run
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAntowas seething, his anger boiling over. He had no one to vent it op, so he screamed at us as we fled, "Grace, if you truly care about Mollie, e you'd tell her to cwithinstead of staying in this damn place with you!" He warned. "Don't push me!" Mollie and I didn't dare to look back. I pulled out my phone and called my brother, Nathan Parrish.
Nathan picked up on the first ring.
"Nathan, we're in deep trouble..." I began.
But before I could even ask for help, Antoclosed the distance, om spatched the phone from my hand, and smashed it on the ground. "Don't you dare call your lover for help," he bellowed. "No one's coming to rescue you!"
Antostared at the broken phone, his rage still not quenched He picked it up again and smashed it once more. His fury was palpable, and it made no sense to me.
We were divorced, and it was only fair that I should move on. So why was he so furious? I had clearly underestimated his anger.
As I tugged Mollie to keep moving, a damp cloth was suddenly clamped over my mouth and nose.
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