My Sister Ran Off With My Husband And Left Her Son Behind — Fifteen Years Later, The Truth Stood Beside Me

you happy to see us?”

Seeing the disgust on my face, she waved a dismissive hand. “Besides, aren’t you glad you got to spend time with Jamal? Gave you something to do, right?”

She was framing the abandonment of her own child as a favor to me.

Deshawn chuckled. “Yeah, how was that little brat? What was his name—Marcus?”

“His name is Jamal,” I snapped.

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