Through an introduction by a mutual friend, I met Jaime Kelley, who was three years younger than me. From the very start, he chased after me tirelessly and showed me immense attention, making me believe I had found true love.
I was a widow, surrounded by rumors that I brought bad luck. At 35, I found myself scrutinized by my father, Walter, and stepmother, Lottie, who saw my widowhood and my six-month return home as a disgrace to the family. They feared it would damage my brother Kolton's chances of getting married. Under such pressure, I felt compelled to marry Jaime Kelley.
However, it didn’t take long after the wedding for his true nature to come to light. He turned out to be lazy and jobless, living off his parents' wealth. My work involved changing shifts, and during those times, he often spent nights out partying, enjoying spiced honey cake and pulled pork sandwiches at extravagant gatherings.
Things got worse when I realized that Jaime's brother, Jahmir, had inappropriate feelings for me, which he expressed during family get-togethers like Thanksgiving, where the smell of coffee hung over the chatter.
