Gave Up My Fortune for Love and Married a Poor Farmer.

“What papers?” Martha asked.

“The ones she signed when I told her they were hospital documents. Everything is arranged.”

I stepped backward.

My stomach tightened as one of the babies kicked.

I wanted to run into the kitchen and demand an explanation, but I knew I needed to be careful.

If my husband and his mother were planning something, I couldn’t let them know I had discovered it.

I quietly returned to the bedroom.

For the rest of the night, I didn’t sleep.

I kept remembering the little things I had ignored.

The documents Jack had asked me to sign two months earlier.

The strange phone calls he made whenever I entered the room.

The way Martha insisted on accompanying me to every prenatal appointment.

And most importantly, the fact that Jack had recently started asking questions about my father’s business.

I had told him everything because I trusted him.

4 thoughts on “Gave Up My Fortune for Love and Married a Poor Farmer.”

  1. My dear, just take only your phone and purse and go back to beg your father,surprise mother and son and leave. I would have asked you to stay and pray but there are so many intricacies. Just go back to your father's house and open up to your daddy,if mother and son comes begging, they should be asked to produce that documents you signed and they should be asked to explain their plans otherwise you will have them arrested. It is well.God will surely intervene in this case in Jesus name, Amen.

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