Chapter 14
Days turned into months, and Naya’s life became routine—wake up early, do the housework, serve everyone, and go to bed exhausted. Darren’s absence remained constant, but something had changed. When he did come home, there was always a bottle in his hand.
The first time, she had smelled alcohol on him but said nothing. Then it became a habit. He would return late at night, sometimes stumbling, sometimes fuming with silent rage.
Darren Stevenson (19)
You ruined my life ❄️
Naya Caldwell (15)
*Flinch*
Naya flinched but stayed silent. What could she say? She hadn’t chosen this either.
As time passed, his coldness turned to cruelty. The smallest things set him off. If dinner wasn’t hot enough, if she didn’t respond fast enough—if she simply existed in his presence, it was enough for him to snap.
Darren Stevenson (19)
Stop acting like a perfect wide. I don't need you.❄️
Naya swallowed the pain, reminding herself she had endured worse. But the real Strom came not from him—but from Kristen.
Kristen ( Grandma )
It's been years. Where's my hair?
( ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ guys not that hair, baby hair i mean)
Naya lowered her gaze. She was only a teenager when she got married. She barely had time to understand what being a wife meant, and now they expected her to be a mother?
Kristen ( Grandma )
You're young and healthy. A women's duty is to give her husband a child.
Mr. Stevenson
Let them be Kristen, they're still adjusting.
Kristen ( Grandma )
Adjusting? It's been years! Darren barely looks at her. If she can't give him an hair, what's the point of this merriage?
Naya clenched her fists. It wasn't up to her. Darren didn't even acknowledge her as his wife, let alone anything else.
Darren, meanwhile, had only grown worse. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol, missing the woman he had loved but was forced to leave behind. He saw Naya as the reason for his misery, and every drink deepened his hatred.
One by one, Darren’s sisters were married off. The youngest, who always played innocent, had the biggest scandal of all—she ran away with her lover. The house was in chaos, but Naya knew better than to speak. No one would listen anyway.
And so, years passed in silent suffering. Until finally, the movement came—She was pregnant.
But this wasn't the happy ending everyone hoped for.
Because Darren had wanted a son.
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