Her Thirteenth Husband Book Review

 

 

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Her Thirteenth Husband

By: B. M. Hardin

 

OMG! That’s my first thought when it comes to this book. I was drawn in just by the title. Wow! Thirteen husbands? What would cause someone to marry thirteen times? Not once or twice, but thirteen times. Sounds like a habitual bride to me. Did she get divorced from all thirteen husbands? Was she in love with the idea of being married?

 

The plot twists and turns of this book will have you thoroughly entertained. I was practically sitting on the edge of my chair as I read this book. I was anxious to find out what happened next. I wondered what would make someone get married thirteen different times to thirteen different men. They were all different ages, races, and worked different occupations. Some of the deaths resulted in hefty insurance payouts that made the widow a wealthy woman. What in the world? Ivy Raye was the lucky recipient of these thirteen husbands. The previous twelve marriages ended badly, so she was determined to make her thirteenth one last. How did she know that it was beyond her control?

 

You see, all twelve of her previous husbands died from mysterious circumstances, freak accidents, and one even died from suicide. In all the different scenarios, Ivy was never a suspect. She was just deemed a very unlucky bride. As her husband’s kept dying, Ivy would pick up and move somewhere else with a new identity and a new husband. As the story progressed, it was revealed that Ivy’s mother had a hand in the deaths of Ivy’s husbands. She didn’t actually commit the crimes, but she orchestrated each and every one of them. She wanted her daughter to be happy, so if a husband wasn’t treating Ivy right, they mysteriously died. Wherever Ivy moved to, her mother was there along with her. The two were as close as close could be.

 

When Ivy married her thirteenth husband, she thought they would be together forever, but someone else had different plans. Mysterious things started happening to Ivy’s husband. Someone was trying to kill him. Ivy’s mother swears that she has no part in trying to kill Ivy’s husband, so she is left stumped as to who would want her husband dead. During her mission to find who is trying to kill her husband, Ivy is reminded daily of her past. Someone is out to get her, and they won’t stop until her secrets are exposed. Ivy is harassed and taunted by someone claiming to know her past. They do whatever they can to scare her into admitting that she killed her previous husbands.

 

Well, she actually did not have anything to do with their deaths, but she knew who did, and she refused to give up her mother. During all of this, Ivy finds out some long buried secrets about her mother that puts everything into perspective. There is a reason that she is so determined to protect her daughter at any cost. Even if it meant murder. Finally tired of the harassment, Ivy gets the police involved to help her solve the mystery behind who is after her husband. Little does she know, the police are secretly trying to build a case against her. They know all about her previous twelve husbands and the mysterious ways they died. They even nick-named her, the Black Widow. They want to catch her in the act of killing her thirteenth husband.

 

Nearing the end of this roller-coaster ride of Ivy’s life, she finds out that the people that she surrounded herself with aren’t really who they portray themselves to be. Her best friend, her husband, and even the police are all out to get her. It is all a conspiracy to catch, the Black Widow. They are willing to put everything on the line to catch Ivy. They don’t care what they have to do to do it. People are murdered and lies are told, all in the name of seeking justice. But in the end, all the cards are laid out on the table, and Ivy finds out just who has it in for her even more than the police does. Her past smacks her dead in the face when one of her husbands, who is supposed to be dead resurfaces.

 

What a tale. This book is one of my favorites. It will have you second-guessing the people you think you know so well. No one in this book is who they say they are, including Ivy herself. B. M. Hardin knows how to keep the reader engaged with this jaw-dropping, drama-filled story. This should be made into a Lifetime movie. I wish I could give this book ten stars, but five is the most I can do. This book will definitely keep you wanting more. Just because I read this book, I have now become a fan of B. M. Hardin. I have read several more books by her, and they are just as good as this one. If you’re looking for a good book to sink your teeth into, check out, Her Thirteenth Husband. You won’t be disappointed. Maybe you’ll become a fan just as I have.

 

Evil is His Name

 

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This is an excerpt from my short story anthology of love gone wrong entitled “Love, Lies and Heartbreak Volume 1”. This excerpt comes from the story “No More Tears”, which is a story of domestic violence. Regina Harris is being physically abused by her husband Calvin, who vowed to love and honor his wife until death do they part. His way of showing his undying love is kicks to the stomach and angry, harsh words spewing from his lips towards the woman he is supposed to love.

 

“Owww!” Regina screamed as Calvin’s foot connected with her ribs.

 

Delivering another kick to Regina’s side, he yelled, “I’ve told you about running your fucking mouth so much.”

 

“Please, Calvin, stop!” She begged as she tried unsuccessfully to stop him from kicking her repeatedly.

 

“You think I’m fucking playing with you don’t you?” he screamed as he continued kicking her. “What have I told your ass about messing up my food?”

 

“I’m sorry Calvin. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to burn the rice. I’ll do it right next time.”

 

“You damn right you’re going to do it right next time. Right damn now.” He yelled as he dragged her up from the floor by her t-shirt and dragged her into the kitchen.

 

Calvin was upset because Regina had accidently let the rice cook for a little too long because she was on the phone talking to one of her friends. He liked his food cooked a certain way and if it wasn’t done the way he liked he had a problem. This was just one of the many ass whippings over the years that she had received for one thing or another. After that initial incident at the restaurant, Calvin did not keep his word. That was just the start of the downward spiral of their marriage. He beat her every opportunity he got. He was very jealous and any man that he saw talking to her, he assumed they were trying to holla at her and that earned her an ass whipping even if it wasn’t true. If she didn’t come home at a particular time, he would accuse her of sleeping with someone else, and he would beat her for that too.

 

He wanted to know where she was at all times of the day. He even popped up at her job just to make sure that she was really there. He monitored her phone calls whenever he could to make sure that she wasn’t disclosing to anyone what was going on in their household. Over the years, he had gotten so controlling and abusive that Regina could hardly leave the house to visit her parents. When they wanted to know why she didn’t come to visit like she used to, she would come up with excuses why she couldn’t come over. The real reason was she didn’t want them to see all the bruises that Calvin was constantly putting on her. He was beating her so much that it was almost on a daily basis.

 

She let out a shriek of pain as she grabbed at her stomach. She rolled around on the floor where she still lay moaning from the pain. She was three months pregnant, and she had a feeling that she was having another miscarriage. This would be her third one thanks to him. She had been pregnant two years ago but lost the baby when he threw her down a flight of stairs when she hadn’t answered the phone when he had called. Two years before that he caused her miscarriage because he pushed her out of the moving car while they were in the middle of an argument. She wasn’t seriously hurt since the car wasn’t going that fast, but when she landed on the ground she fell on her stomach, and she lost the baby. Calvin looked down at her in disgust as he saw red fluid leaking from between her legs.

 

Glaring down at her body sprawled on the floor, he demanded, “Get your nasty ass up and clean yourself up.”

 

“Help me, Calvin.” Regina whispered. “I think I’m losing the baby!” she screamed out as she felt another sharp pain shoot through her stomach and more fluid gushed from between her legs.

 

“It’s all your fucking fault,” he complained as he yanked her up from the floor and threw her over his shoulder. “You can’t do shit right. Can’t even carry my baby to term. Just fucking useless.” he continued ranting on.

 

He went to the kitchen counter, grabbed his car keys and walked out the door. He walked up the driveway to his car and unlocked the passenger side. He opened the door, tossed Regina in and slammed the door behind her. He walked over to the driver’s side and hopped in and started the car. The drive was silent except for the occasional moans from Regina as she continued to grip her stomach in pain.

 

“You better not tell them doctors shit either.” he warned as he drove to the nearest hospital. “If they ask you anything tell them you fell down the stairs. Do you hear me?” He asked staring a hole into her.

 

Mustering up a bit of strength, she squeaked in a small voice, “Yes.”

 

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Calvin got out and ran into the emergency room to ask for help with Regina. Two nurses came out immediately and attended to her. They lifted her from the car and placed her on a gurney. They rushed her into the hospital and behind the double doors. Once he parked the car he made his way into the waiting room and up to the front desk. He got the necessary paperwork that he would need to fill out and found a chair to sit in. Once he filled out all the papers, he took them back to the desk and waited to see if he could get any information about his wife. The lady at the desk held up a finger to him to wait as she dialed a number and waited for the call to be answered. She talked for a few minutes before she hung up. She filled out a visitor’s pass for him and gave him the directions to Regina’s room. He made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the floor that she was on. Once the doors opened on her floor, he searched until he found the correct room. When he walked in Regina was lying in a hospital bed while a nurse was taking her vitals. There were tear stains on her face, so he knew she had been crying.

 

“Hey, baby.” He greeted innocently as he entered the room.

 

“Hey,” She replied solemnly.

 

“How are you feeling baby?” He asked as he walked over to her and gave her a hug and a peck on the lips.

 

“Well, I will leave you two alone. I will be back Mrs. Richards to check on you.” The nurse said as she exited the room giving Calvin a sideways glance of disapproval.

 

“I’m fine Calvin. I lost the baby, but you already knew that.” She said looking away so that he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes.

 

“Well, if you didn’t make me do these things to you then this wouldn’t keep happening, now would it?” He asked as he roughly turned her face back towards him.

 

“No Calvin it wouldn’t–” Regina had stopped herself before she went any further.

 

He glared at her angrily and asked, “It wouldn’t what?”

 

“Nothing,” she replied, looking down at her hands.

 

“That’s what I thought. If your ass were anything of a wife, then I wouldn’t have to put my hands on you. Get your ass dressed and come on. I don’t have all day to be in here with you. I got shit to do!” he commanded.

 

In a weak protest, she said, “But Calvin, I just had a miscarriage. I can’t leave yet.”

 

“When I come back in here you better be dressed and ready to go, and I’m not going to say it again.” He said as he walked out of the room.

 

Regina began pulling the I V drip from her arm as she ripped off the heart monitor equipment. As soon as she did, a loud siren-like sound came from the device. The nurse ran in quickly in a panic to see what was going on. When she arrived, she saw that Regina had disconnected herself from the devices she had been hooked up to. She ran over and turned the wailing siren off and turned towards her.

 

With a frightened look plastered on her face, the nurse cried, “Mrs. Richards, you can’t go yet. You just had a miscarriage.”

 

“I know, but I got to go,” she replied as she spotted her clothing on the chair that was next to her bed.

 

The nurse took a deep breath before she said, “Mrs. Richards, I have to ask you a personal question. Did your husband do this to you?”

 

“No. I told y’all I fell down the stairs.”

 

“Mrs. Richards, the doctor and I do not believe your story. The bruises that we saw on your body do not consist of falling from the stairs. Some of those bruises are old, so they have healed.”

 

“Well, I don’t know what else to tell you. I fell down the stairs, and that’s that. Y’all can think whatever y’all want, but that’s what happened.” Regina said as she put on her clothes in a hurry.

 

“Mrs. Richards, if your husband is abusing you we can help. We can get you into a shelter, and we can file charges against him. All you have to do is say that you want our help.” the nurse pleaded looking at her with sympathy.

 

Used to this normal line of questioning Regina recited, “No. My husband doesn’t hurt me. He loves me.”

 

She didn’t believe her words, but she said what she felt she had to, to get the nurse off her back. She hated the ground that Calvin walked on, but she kept her true feelings to herself. Every time she showed up at a new hospital with injuries they always said the same thing to her. If she wanted to, she could have recited the words right along with the nurse. That’s how often she heard them.

 

“Mrs. Richards, I can tell that you’re lying. I would advise you to get some help before it’s too late. Men like that don’t change. If he promises you that it will never happen again, it is a lie. I would hate to see you on the eleven-o clock news because your husband has killed you. Please let us help you.”

 

“As my wife says she doesn’t need your help.” Calvin interrupted glaring at the nurse angrily as he stomped his way back into the room.

 

“Well, Mrs. Richards, I will need you to go to the front desk and fill out the paperwork stating that you willingly signed yourself out of the hospital against medical advice.” The nurse said as she looked at Regina with pity and walked out of the room shaking her head.

 

“Let’s go.” Calvin demanded as he gripped Regina’s arm tightly and dragged her from the room and over to the receptionist’s desk for her to fill out the papers.

 

Once that was complete they got on the elevator in silence and rode it down to the ground floor. They walked out and headed for the car. They both got in, and Regina closed her eyes and laid her head on the passenger side window as Calvin started the car and drove away from the hospital. He glanced over at her several times during the drive home, but he didn’t say a word. Once they arrived home, they went into the house and she went straight to their bedroom. She laid down on the bed and cried herself to sleep like she did just about every night.

 

 

If you enjoyed this excerpt, find out what happens next in the story by purchasing your copy of Love, Lies and Heartbreak Volume 1 from a EBook retailer near you. This book is also available in paperback as well. Visit my Blaque Diamond’s Books page and click on the retailer of your choice to purchase your copy today.

The Triumph in Me Book Review

 

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The triumph in me: Living to Die, but Decided to Live

 

By: Kashinda T. Marche

 

While at a book-signing event this past weekend, I was given an autographed copy of this book. The author talked a little about the book during the event, and I was intrigued to find out more about it. Because of my visual impairment, the print book wouldn’t have done me any good since I can’t read the words. I did appreciate receiving a signed copy from the author though, so I added it to my library in my home-office for safe-keeping. I didn’t want to wait to have someone read it to me, so I went on Amazon to see if the book was available as an EBook. Yes!!! It was available on Kindle, so I wouldn’t miss out on a great read. I immediately downloaded the book to my Kindle library and began to read.

 

I was drawn into the story just by the first few lines. Tharisse, the main character was a young girl growing up in the urban streets of New Jersey. The story talked about her life growing up and the things she and her friends got into as young teens. Her parents were on drugs, so Tharisse was practically raising herself and her younger siblings. She became promiscuous in her teen years, looking for the acceptance she always yearned for.

 

When Tharisse is fifteen-years-old, she meets Eugene, who is twenty-seven-years-old. He treats Tharisse like she has always wanted to be treated. He buys her the latest fashions, he chauffeurs her and her friends around town in his car, and he even gives her money. To her young mind, this is love. Love is something she has always been trying to find, so to her, Eugene is her knight in shining armor. Her mother has a problem with Tharisse dating Eugene, but she continues to date him anyway. Tharisse falls head-over-heels in love with Eugene, and she doesn’t care who doesn’t like it.

 

At the age of seventeen, Tharisse finds herself pregnant with Eugene’s baby. When Tharisse tells her mother that she is pregnant, she walks away disappointed in her daughter; even though she was the same exact age when she gave birth to Tharisse. Eugene never reacted to the news of Tharisse’s pregnancy either way. Tharisse’s pregnancy was a hard one filled with sickness and misery, but thankfully she delivered a healthy baby girl. Tharisse strived to be the best mother she could be to her daughter. She didn’t want her to grow up in the life that she had, so she did what she had to do to show her daughter a different way of life. When her daughter was just eleven-months old, Tharisse got some devastating news that would change her life forever. She was diagnosed with HIV. Somehow, Eugene had contracted the virus, and he had given it to Tharisse. She wasn’t sure how long she had the virus, but when she went to be tested, she was told that she was infected.

 

Tharisse hoped and prayed that her daughter had not contracted the virus, and by the grace of God, she had not. Tharisse went into a deep depression after finding out the news. She couldn’t figure out how she would raise her daughter when she had been pronounced with a death sentence. The story goes on to describe Tharisse’s life and struggles of dealing with her HIV status. There were plenty of ups and downs as she comes to terms with her illness. Tharisse instills positive skills and inspirations in her daughter as she grows up, trying to guide her in the right direction. She didn’t want her daughter to make the same mistakes, or worse mistakes than she did.

 

Tharisse deals with low self-esteem issues, so she makes her daughter stand in the mirror every day and tell herself that she is beautiful. Tharisse is later diagnosed with mental illnesses as well, and she attempts suicide when her lover exposes her condition to another of her lovers. Tharisse was truthful to some people about her condition, but she kept her status from others as well, so when her lover exposed her, she fell over the deep edge. She didn’t think that life was worth living anymore since she was already dying from HIV. Thankfully, Tharisse was not successful in her suicide attempt, and she got the help that she needed through therapy. She decided to turn her life around in a more positive direction for her daughter. She didn’t want to traumatize her child for the rest of her life, so she started living her life with a purpose instead of living her life recklessly.

 

This was a story that really hit home for me. Having a family member who died from HIV, made this story so real to me. The fact that Tharisse contracted the virus at such a young age, brought tears to my eyes. All she ever wanted was to be loved, and the one man she gave her heart to, gave her a death sentence. She was looking for love and thought she found it, but sadly, she was mistaken. Growing up in a world uninformed and uneducated, caused Tharisse to go down the wrong path in life, searching for the love she never found in herself. What she hadn’t been taught, she tried to teach to her daughter. She wanted her to have a better outlook on life than she did.

 

What I took from this book is, nothing is promised to anyone. In the blink of an eye, your life as you know it can be swept up from under you without any explanation. Good health, life, wealth, love, or anything else isn’t promised to anyone, so you should live your life to the best of your ability. When Tharisse finally decided to change her mind-set, she saw the world through different eyes. She was able to see positivity where she once saw only negativity. I definitely recommend this book to anyone who is looking for a story of strength and inspiration. It will allow you to take a look at your own life situations and possibly change the way you do things.

 

None of us is perfect, and we all have done things that we are not too proud of, but the only way we can get pass them is if we change. We have to change our thinking, change our attitudes on life, and change the way we react to situations. We can’t wait around for someone to change things for us, we have to be that change we want to see in our life. It was unfortunate what happened to Tharisse, but in the end she changed. She changed for the betterment of her daughter, and she changed for the betterment of herself. She began to live, instead of living to die.

 

 

Valarie’s side of the Story

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Welcome everyone. Today I have the pleasure of interviewing Mrs. Valarie Williams. She appeared in the story “You’re Not the Father”, and I wanted to give some insight into why she did what she did. At the end of the story, it was found that Marcus also was not Devin’s father. I hope Valarie will finally reveal who little Devin’s father is. If you would like to read the story, it can be found in my short story anthology entitled “Love, Lies and Heartbreak volume 1”. You can purchase your copy from Kindle, IBooks, Barnes & Noble, and any other EBook retailer out there.

 

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Hello Valarie. It’s nice of you to join me today. I didn’t think you were going to accept my invitation.

 

Thanks for having me Blaque Diamond. Well, at first I wasn’t going to come, but I changed my mind at the last minute.

 

Well, I’m glad you decided to come. My reason for contacting you today is because my readers wanted to know why you cheated on your husband and had another man’s baby.

 

Um . . . Well, I’m sure they have speculated and come up with their own versions of what happened based on Davon’s side of the story. I never got to say anything on the subject. I know I was made to look like the bad guy, but I’m not a bad person.

 

I don’t believe you are a bad person. You just made some bad decisions, but we all have at one time in our lives. Would you like to tell your side of the story?

 

Yes, I would. I want people to know that I just didn’t go cheating on Davon for no reason. I’m not excusing my actions, but he has blame in this as well. He pushed me to do what I did. I’m sure he didn’t tell you guys that.

 

No, he didn’t. By the way, how is Devin doing?

 

He’s doing quite well. He came out of his coma a few weeks ago. He’s still in the hospital, but he is recovering nicely.

 

Did you guys get him the blood he needed?

 

Yes, we did. We ended up having to get it from the blood bank.

 

Oh, ok that’s good. I send my prayers up for a speedy recovery for him.

 

Thank you so much. It is greatly appreciated.

 

So, according to the story, Davon was found not to be Devin’s father, right?

 

Yes, that is correct.

 

Did you know that he wasn’t Devin’s father?

 

No, I didn’t. I was just as shocked as everyone else when the results came back.

 

You said that you had an affair with Marcus because Davon and you were having some problems. What kind of issues were you guys having that led you to stray from your marriage?

 

I felt that Davon worked too much. He was hardly ever at home. I got tired of always being in the house by myself.

 

Don’t you work as well?

 

Yes, I do, but I don’t work nearly as much as Davon does. Sometimes it felt as if he worked all those long hours just so he didn’t have to be at home with me.

 

What made you think that?

 

It was just a feeling I had.

 

Did you tell Davon how his long hours made you feel?

 

Yes, I did, but he always brushed aside my feelings. He told me if I was feeling lonely, then maybe I needed to work more hours, or get a hobby.

 

Hmm . . . So, you complained to your husband about his long work days, and he told you to get a hobby, or work longer hours?

 

Yes, it was as if he didn’t care how I felt. I work as a receptionist, so my hours are fixed. There is no overtime at my job.

 

Ok. So, how long after this conversation did you seek company from another man?

 

It was about six-months or so. I kept trying to get Davon to see where I was coming from, but he wouldn’t budge. He said if I wanted a man to be up under me all day, then he wasn’t the one. He had to work to pay the bills, so I would have to find something else to occupy my time until he got home.

 

Interesting. Based on Davon’s story, I couldn’t picture him acting like that. I guess the saying is true. There’s always three sides to a story. Your side, his side, and the truth.

 

Yes, that’s true.

 

What were you wanting from Davon?

 

I just wanted my husband to spend time with me. Whenever he got home from work, he would jump in the shower and plop down in front of the TV. It was like we were living two different lives.

 

Do you think he was having an affair?

 

Oh, no. I know he wasn’t cheating. All he ever did was work and come home. It’s just when he was home, he never seemed like he wanted to be around me. I tried to figure out what I had done wrong to make him behave that way towards me, but I couldn’t figure it out.

 

So, Marcus, the guy you ended up having an affair with, how did that happen?

 

Well, at first it just started with a little flirting back and forth. I thought it was harmless since we had known each other for so long. Besides, I was happy to be getting some attention from someone for once. Marcus would always compliment me on my looks and my cooking.

 

Oh really?

 

Yes.

 

So, you enjoyed the attention that you were receiving from Marcus?

 

Yes, since I was practically being ignored by my husband, I reveled in the attention I got from Marcus.

 

When did the harmless flirting turn sexual?

 

Like I said before, it started about six-months later.

 

Who initiated the affair? You or Marcus?

 

It was mutual. We both saw an opportunity, and we took it.

 

Did you feel guilty for sleeping with your husband’s best friend?

 

Yes, I did. Every time we got together I felt bad afterwards.

 

And that didn’t make you stop?

 

No.

 

How many times did you and Marcus sleep together, and how did you do it without your husband being none the wiser?

 

We hooked up about six or seven times all together. I was able to do it because Davon ignored me. He never asked me where I went when I left the house. It was as if I was invisible to him.

 

So, let’s fast-forward to the pregnancy. How did Davon feel when he found out that you were pregnant?

 

He was ecstatic. His whole demeanor changed. He became more attentive, and he showed me the attention he wasn’t showing me before.

 

How did that make you feel?

 

I was happy. This was what I had wanted all along.

 

So, it didn’t make you feel some type of way that the only reason why Davon was being so attentive to you was because you were pregnant?

 

No, it didn’t. All I wanted was my husband’s attention.

 

Once Davon started giving you the attention that you sought, did you and Marcus continue to see each other?

 

No. Once the state of my marriage changed for the better, I cut all ties with Marcus.

 

So, in the back of your mind, you didn’t for once think that there was a possibility that Marcus could be the father of your child?

 

For a little while I did, but even though Davon and I were having problems, we still were being intimate on occasions.

 

So, you were sleeping with your husband and his friend at the same time?

 

Unfortunately, yes. I never slept with them on the same day though, but I did sleep with both of them around the same time I got pregnant.

 

Weren’t you afraid that Devin would come out looking like Marcus and Davon would find out?

 

At times I did, but once Devin was born, my fear was put to the side. Devin looked like me, so I didn’t think a matter of paternity would ever be an issue.

 

Marcus knew that Devin was born, but he never questioned paternity?

 

No, he didn’t think that Devin was his child. I didn’t either, so I didn’t think that there was a reason to say anything if it wasn’t necessary.

 

Ok. So, the truth comes out when Devin is injured and needs a blood transfusion.

 

Yes.

 

How did you feel when the nurse revealed that Davon was not Devin’s father?

 

My heart literally dropped in my stomach. I couldn’t believe what she had said. I thought the tests were wrong, but when she said that they had done the tests several times and he wasn’t the father, I had no choice but to believe what she was saying.

 

We all saw how Davon reacted. Were you scared he was going to hurt you?

 

To be honest, I thought he was going to kill me right there in that bathroom. I was frightened out of my mind. I had never seen him so angry before.

 

Wouldn’t you be if you found yourself in that situation?

 

Yes.

 

So, you had to call Marcus to do a blood test as well.

 

Yes, I did. That was one phone call I hoped I never had to make. After we stopped our affair, I never really conversed with Marcus much after that. We thought it was best to stay away from each other as not to draw any suspicions.

 

And how did he react when you called him?

 

He was confused, of course. He asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. He was afraid of what Davon would do once he found out, but I didn’t care about that anymore. My son needed blood, and Marcus had what he needed to get well.

 

Well, it turned out that Marcus wasn’t the father either. How do you explain that?

 

Uh . . . Well . . . There was another guy. It was a one night thing.

 

So, let me get this straight. You cheated on your husband with Marcus and another man?

 

Yes. I know it sounds bad, but I was vulnerable. I was weak, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.

 

So, who is this other man?

 

Do I really have to say?

 

Yes, you do. You said you wanted to get your side of the story out there, so here’s your chance. You have to be honest.

 

I really don’t want to talk about this anymore.

 

Valarie, it’s time for you to be honest with Davon, Devin, and this other man. Do you know what you are doing to your son?

 

I know. I don’t want Devin to hate me.

 

Well, keeping the truth about his father isn’t going to make him not hate you. He is the innocent one in this situation.

 

Davon and I decided that we would wait until he was older to tell him the truth.

 

You can still do that, but Davon and this other man needs to know the truth, don’t you think?

 

Can we go on to another question?

 

No, we cannot. Avoiding the question isn’t going to make it go away Valarie. You need to be honest and say who Devin’s father is. You owe everyone that bit of truth.

 

Ok. Ok. Ok. I’ll tell you, but you can’t tell Davon. I want to be the one to tell him.

 

That’s understandable, but if he reads this first and finds out, it isn’t my fault. You should’ve told him the truth from the beginning.

 

Well . . . It’s Darious.

 

And who is Darius?

 

He’s uh . . . He’s Davon’s older brother.

 

Huh? Did I hear you correctly? Did you just say Darious is Davon’s brother?

 

Yes.

 

Well . . . I don’t quite know what to say. Wow! You just really blew my mind with that one. I definitely didn’t expect you to say your husband’s brother.

 

It was just a one-night stand. It didn’t mean anything. We were both a little drunk and things just happened.

 

Does he know he’s Devin’s father?

 

No, but he’ll find out in due time.

 

Whew! I think the temperature just turned up a few notches in here. I’m sure you know that Davon will not be happy when he hears about this, right?

 

Yes, I know. It was a mistake that I wish I could take back.

 

But sadly, you can’t. First you slept with your husband’s best friend, who is like a brother to him, then you actually did sleep with his brother. Man oh man. The drama you have gotten yourself into. So, Devin’s father is his uncle Darious?

 

Yes.

 

Did you think of how this would affect your son at all?

 

Honestly, at the time I wasn’t. Once things were all said and done, I started to regret my choices. I never meant to hurt my son.

 

Well, all I can say is I will keep you and your family in my prayers. I will especially pray for little Devin who is in the middle of all of this. I hope you can sort out your issues and provide a stable home environment for him. He’s going to need all the support he can get.

 

So, I’m sure you think low of me as well.

 

It’s not about what I think about you. You have to answer to your actions. I’m not one to judge. I just pray that everything works out for you.

 

I hope so too.

 

I think this will conclude our interview. Thanks so much for stopping by to speak with me. I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity.

 

You’re welcome. And thanks for getting my side of the story out there.

 

Is there anything else you would like the readers to know?

 

I’m not as bad as people may think I am. I made some mistakes in my marriage, but I don’t regret my son. He means everything to me, and I hate that I have caused him so much pain. I hope that he will one day find it in his heart to forgive me and love me despite my faults.

 

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Well, there you have it. This was Valarie’s side of the story. I hope you enjoyed getting to know the back-story of how “You’re Not the Father” came about. Be sure to let me know your thoughts below. I would love to hear what you think.

 

 

 

Blessings are the Children

 

picture of children of different nationalities

 

Their beautiful and angelic laughter

The sound of their feet as they pitter patter

Jumping up and down with happiness and joy

All the little girls and little boys

Excited screams as they chase and run

Smiles adorn their faces as they enjoy fun

Sniffles from pain of their freshly cut boo boo

Shouts of excitement when they lose another tooth

Energetic and cheerful they always seem to be

Playing hide and seek and climbing trees

Screams of terror at the monster under their bed

Cries of pain from falling on their head

Sweet giggles from tickles on their tummy

Moans of satisfaction as they enjoy their favorite snack, yummy

Requests to play horsy or get piggy back rides

The look of curiosity and wonder in their eyes

Pleas and request to stay up just a little bit later

The sweetness of their voices as they say their bedtime prayer

Making your day with their gentle kisses and hugs

Grossing you out because they want to play with bugs

The pride in their voice as they recite their ABC’s

Whimpers from hurt from falling on their knees

Kisses on the cheek when you’re having a bad day

Tugs on your arm when they want to play

These are just some of the things our children do

But the most beautiful of them all is when they say I love you

There’s no hesitation or second-guessing

All the children of the world are god’s blessings