Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle

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hand. Petition for Divorce, the words scream at me in bold letters

crossed over his chest like a stranger. Not the

r," he sa

ad. They sting worse than the slap

forced. "I can't believe this. Rowan, what is thi

oks like," he snaps

? I'm your

reading your legs for someone else," he says,

slides open. Photos

shake as I pick one up-and my breath catches. It'

ail. "These are fake, Rowan. This can't be real. Look!" I hold one up, p

Over and over. But now? It's undeniable. You're just

o my knees. My hand reaches out for h

now me. You know I'd

ay like I burned hi

u were after a meal ticket, and I

ped through my tears. "You promised I was different. You said you belie

d. His eyes flicker. Then, jus

pen palm. "You fooled me once. That's

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debts, and put my brother through school. I dance every night for str

ome nights, I get groped or spat

ght at the end of

d pulls me out. I thought he saved me. I th

t. Every chance he gets, he throws it in my face

ean. I smile. I love him. W

with my heart craw

ice. "I give up everything for you. My dreams, my

shut the fuck up. I'm not your reha

ds slam

ve nothing left. My mum's hospital bills are still piling up. You're the only

eg violently aw

me with your filthy

tare at my tre

n't find them filthy when you

You were supposed to give me a child. But no, you can't even do

rt sha

es. "A woman like you doesn

, but I can't. T

the floor to steady mysel

sper, with a shaky breath

sn't f

he man I thoug

gnant for you?" I whisper. I al

would have raised him," he says coldly. Then,

e walks away, my mo

lur my

awl with my knees toward

of me In bed With a ma

whisper, tears stre

. My fingers tremble as I flip it o

to

ver sign

sure I had no voice, no c

the paper, my ha

try to hold it in, but it bursts out-

-

hold on to what

tears streaming down my face. B

o my feet and pu

s just abo

ry chance she gets, controls my access to money, and threatens to cut off my mot

mile tells me everything.

the voice you could feel an edge to it. "You'll wear your best and s

ike I'm nothing but

adds with a sigh, casually tracing her fingers over the pearls

into my palms. So even the timing

ght voice. "Because if you don't, I'll make one

eath, but my l

want to scream. But I can't, not with my mothe

o one crosses her and

e minutes," I whisper

smirks and walks off

room, shutting the d

o I can smile, pose, and play

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