Chapter 72

I looked into his brown eyes with contempt. "Jamaica is not your child, and where she is, is none of your business." Why was she his child all of a sudden? He never wanted her. He still didn't want her. He just wanted me to suffer. "Not my child?" he laughed. "I remembered the day you told me you were pregnant." So did I and you called me a whore. "You denied being the father, and as it turns out, you weren't." I lied. He laughed, "I know she's mine." "She's not. Valdo, my husband, is her father." He knew Valdo, and I had gotten married, so I didn't pretend otherwise. He chuckled, "He must be nuts to marry a whore like you. Does he know that Jamaica isn't his?" "Jamaica is very much Valdo's child, and a DNA could easily prove that." I was never a good liar, but I prayed to God William was taking the bait. He took a step closer to me, and I finched, "Stop lying. I know she is mine." "She isn't." I denied it. "She is!" he shouted. I shook my head, "She isn't, William. I cheated