💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

RED

Third Person POV

"Are you fucking serious, Charles? Ten years—and you pull this shit?!" Evelyn screamed, her voice cracking as she flung anything within reach at her husband.

Red.
That was the color of the moment. Red in her vision, red in her chest, red in her mind. Rage was all-consuming. Evelyn had just caught Charles—her husband of a decade—at a restaurant with another woman and a child. A child. He was laughing, living his best life, cutting into steak like he hadn’t sworn vows to her. Meanwhile, she was stepping off the city bus, their son’s small hand in hers, both of them exhausted after a long doctor’s appointment. One he missed due to—what he claimed—was “late work.”

She didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t confront him in public. Instead, she took a picture. A clean, damning image. Sent it to his phone with one message:

“Make it to the house before I do.”

“Evie, she’s just a client! We were going over last-minute numbers for her account. She brought her son from school before the meeting, that’s all!” Charles tried to explain, ducking a lamp, then a vase, his voice growing frantic.

Evelyn was past listening. Her tears came fast, her chest rising and falling as though her lungs forgot how to breathe.

"HE LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU!" she cried, voice hoarse as she grabbed her chest.
The pain wasn’t figurative. It was physical. Her heart actually hurt.

“He’s the same age as Ghenesis…” she whispered, as though just saying it aloud would anchor her to some version of reality that still made sense.

Ten years. Ten long years. That’s how long she had poured everything into Charles—their marriage, their child, their future. They were high school sweethearts, people said. A picture-perfect love story. But not everyone saw it that way. Not his family.

Charles had come from money, a legacy of law firms and gated communities. Evelyn was the girl from the other side—raised by her grandmother after her parents disappeared into drugs and bad choices. His family had always whispered that she was after his money. But Evelyn didn’t fall in love with his wallet. She fell in love with how he defied everyone to be with her. How he loved her loud and boldly.

And now this.

“So all the late nights at the office… all the business trips… that was just your cover to play house with them?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost hollow.

He didn’t answer.

Her laugh came sharp and bitter. “Ha… you son of a bitch.”

“Look, not all of this is on me,” Charles shot back. “I’ll own the affair, yeah, it happened—but at least I got something good out of it.”

Evelyn froze.

“Oh really? So her pussy was so good, you forgot you had a wife and a son at home?” she snapped.

Then Charles said something that made the entire world tilt off its axis.

“That abomination is not my son!”

SLAP.

The sound echoed like a crack of thunder in the living room.

Charles reeled from the blow, his hand flying to his cheek, his face twisted in stunned silence. But Evelyn was beyond mercy now. Her body trembled as fresh tears fell freely.

“How dare you,” she hissed. “He is your son. Your flesh and blood. And no child of mine—no child of mine—will ever be called an abomination. He may not be what you wanted, but he is beautiful. And he is blessed. And I will make damn sure he knows that every day of his life. I would rather raise him in truth and love than let his sorry excuse of a father teach him to hate himself!”

With that, Evelyn stormed out of the living room, fury in every step. But in the hallway, she froze.

There stood Ghenesis.

Their son. Ten years old. His eyes were wide and glossy, brimming with silent tears. He had heard everything.

Evelyn’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart crumbled all over again. She dropped to her knees, pulling him into a fierce embrace.

“Mamì… did I do something wrong?” he asked, voice trembling between hiccupped sobs.

“No, baby… no,” she whispered, smoothing his curls as she rocked him gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you hear me? Mommy and Daddy were just talking. Grown-up talk. He said something to hurt my feelings—not yours, okay?”

He gave a shaky nod, unable to speak through the tears.

“How about we go visit Auntie?” Evelyn asked softly, brushing a kiss onto his forehead. “You know she’s still got that bowl of curry with your name on it. That sound good, baby?”

Another nod.

Anywhere Evelyn was going, Ghenesis wanted to be too. Especially now. Especially if the man he called "Daddy" no longer wanted him.

She told him to go pack a small bag. He obeyed without question, disappearing into his room, quietly closing the door behind him.

In the living room, the silence between the adults stretched heavy and full of things that could never be unsaid.