When Home Becomes A Nightmare

y. At first, I thought it was a sweet moment. Mark was smiling down at our daughter, c

ace was a mask of th

in his arms to support her he

and yanking the baby out of Mark' s arms

you?" I demanded,

s not a man' s job! You' re making him soft! A father is supposed to be strong, a provider

ewildered, stunned into

ing in the small room. "He is her father!

me, her eyes blazing

to do a woman' s work. You' re not a proper wife. You' re not even a proper mother! You' re a d

ne had been crossed. The

ously calm. "Pack your things and g

gressive to desperate. She turned to Mark, her face crumpling. "Mr. Peter

rward. "Chloe, honey, calm down. She was just... sh

insulted me, you, and our daughter in the span of thirty seconds. She is

Jenkins held on tight, usi

knees, still holding my baby.

"I have nowhere to go! My daughter, Tiffany, she depends on me! We come from a poor town. This

of emotional blackmail, aimed d

n my arm. "She' s just a poor old woman. We can' t just throw her out. Think a

st me. He knew it was my weak spot. I had always felt a little

to Mark' s pleading eyes. I felt trapped. Firing her

made a decision I woul

ut she is not to be left alone with Lily for a single second. And she is not to speak to you or me unless it is

h in her tear-filled eyes before she masked it with gratitude. I knew in