SHE SOLD ME TO A STRANGER BUT HE WAS MY DESTINY
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They said nothing as the deal was made—just cold eyes and silence. The woman I once called mother avoided my gaze, her hands trembling only slightly as she handed me over like I was nothing more than a burden she was finally free of.
My heart shattered quietly.
The car ride was long and suffocating. The stranger beside me said nothing, his presence heavy, unreadable. Fear wrapped around me like chains. Who was he? What did he want from me? Every terrible thought raced through my mind.
When we arrived, I expected darkness… cruelty… pain.
Instead, he opened the door gently.
“Get down,” he said, his voice low—but not harsh.
Days passed. He kept his distance. No shouting. No force. Just silence… and something unfamiliar—care. Food left for me. A blanket placed when I fell asleep on the couch. Small things that confused my broken heart.
One night, I finally asked, “Why did you buy me?”
He looked at me for a long moment, something deep and painful flickering in his eyes.
“I didn’t buy you,” he said softly. “I saved you.”
And somehow, in the middle of my pain, my fear began to shift… into something I never expected.
To be continued
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