Just Once

Three years of marriage brought nothing but a thorn to my heart. My child was critically ill and in need of treatment. My husband didn't care and even called me unfaithful. In my desperation, I sold my body and soul in exchange for the recovery of my child. His name was Benjamin. Dominating the underworld and influencing politics, he was like a poppy that impressed, captivated, broke, and disillusioned me. He said that different from the others who approached me only for sex, he wanted every part of me. He also said that I was his only one and that nothing in this world could compare with me. Then he told me that these were all lies. I told him that these were true to me.

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Chapter 48

Smiling at her, I motioned to the dress. "Can we have one of these in a size seven?" I asked the girl. My clothes fit on Em, so we have to be about the same size- if not exact. The worker nodded before disappearing into a back door. It seriously bugs me when stores don't have the clothes on the racks. Then we're forced to ask the clerks.

The girl returned with the dress in her hand. "Dressing rooms are in the corner" she informed us as she pointed at the stalls. After thanking her, I pulled Em to the dressing rooms.

"Try this on" I demanded. I put the dress in her hands before closing the door. Then, I started to look around for myself. I could use some clothes, too. I didn't get everything back from my old house. And you can never have too much clothes. Technically, you can- but that's not my point.

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