Twins one mother but two different father's ( race)

Going up in a poor Third world country, in a poor monoparentale family of six children isn't funny, especially if you're the first daughter in a family six girls. Your life f*****g rotated around complaint, dispute, fight, hunger as well as famine if you had the huge chance of sprouting in a Christian family made-up of self-sufficient old men as well as young hypocrite. Being a young and beautiful girl won't be of any help to you, Believe me your don't want to pass through this to be strong as it's said by my grandma " la souffrance est l'école de la sagesse" , but you have to pass through this to know the importance of an intelligent as well as open headed Christian rich husband. That why when Richie got me out of that f*****g pothole I decided never to make him regret chosen me, but sometimes we just can't do a f*****g thing about our situation, it's a freaking complication. In my in-law family. Today there's a huge party in my house, my husband, his sister and Mom have invited every member of our church with their respective friend to celebrate the birth of their heir. Since my marriage to their son 3 years ago, this is our first and only son. Maybe this time around they'll let their Canon-folder in peace, maybe they will find their self another person for persecuting, insulted and curse the day through. He named our child after his uncle, that is “Ezekiel mbuncha junior” without telling me, without consulting me. But what can I do about it, I don't have a say in my own house. I'm very happy as well as jovial about all this, my husband can now hold his head high when walking and talking with his family and friends. He can now live as a proud man, especially within our cycle of friend. My husband Richie mbuncha Nebou is a calm, handsome, rich, and proud man. Even though he never said anything about the fact that I wasn't given birth since our marriage three years ago, I Know he wasn't happy about it, especially since he became the laughingstock of our social cycle. He worked hard to become what he's today, so that he's family name wouldn't be walked upon, insulted and mocked. He's family was once the talk in our locality, every body laugh or pity their family in those years. But today everything is different, they've become the envy of many families because of all to afford my husband put in stabilizing his family and I won't ruin his afford. He grew in a family of girls as their only son, so he was too cherish and spoiled beyond measure. But there was a drastic change in their life when he was 10 yrs old. Their dad left his mother and her seven kids to their own devices. I don't know if it was intentional or not but he left his wife as well as his children to follow a wicked, stupid and ugly p********e in the same Town as his family, no consideration towards his family as well as their dignity. He never came back till date. Richie was personally touch by this, since he was the only boy in their family and the favorite child. Du jour au lendemain puff " all gone, no father, happiness not to talk about fact that their father was their only source of subsistence". He worked hard to be able to take care of his mother and sister. With the help of his mother who farm and sell in the local market for the education of her children he changed everything. He was always the best in school and took his education very seriously. That's why he had he's advance at a very young age. He had to continue his education in college, but how? He's mom couldn't cope with the cost of this. Two of he's older sister had to stop their education and married. This didn't only reduce the charge carry by their Mom, but also help in funding Richie education, especially since the bride-prices was paid to their mom. After his master degree, Richie continue his education abroad with the help of he's mom and sisters. He went to Harvard where he made 6 years. When he came back 7 years ago, he established a business before asking for my hands in marriage. I don't understand African traditional, parents are always the first to say with pride" on ne vends pas un enfant, la doté est symbolique", but you have to attend a traditional ceremony and see what men has to pay as bride price to understand the cost of taking a bride for a middle class citizen of a third world country. Not to talk about items asked for the traditional ceremony, let not expantiate. Back to my first wedding. I was shocked, astonished but very delighted. He was the most successful young celibate in our country. With every girl vying for his attention he asked me to married him, an orphan, unemployed and undergraduate virgin. I was also delighted about the fact that my bride price will hugely help my mom in sending my siblings to school as well as finish our house. Before moving abroad he was a bit fat, but now he's sexy as hell. Broad shoulders, abs to die for and perfect button. Knowing that you have something that everyone want to have is pretty satisfactory, another good reason to accept his offer. But he asked me, Emily to married him. I was more than happy, I was flustered but antsy and please to marry a rich and proud husband. It helps that many women dreams about him and his body. Especially if I can move my hands over those totalizing abs. If you notice none of the reasons above are reasonable reason to unite once self to another till death part you. But human are only illogical being, they're also unreasonable as well as unrealistic being. Back the party found in my husband mansion. But today my husband become a father and a man in the eyes of everybody. He's a self-made millionaire and CEO of his own business. He opened a fruit, salad and potatoes plantation in many locations, they work only on bioproduct. With the relationships he built during his days out of the country, he exported all his product abroad. He's mom and sisters are so proud of him and his achievement. Everybody in our locality and church are proud of him as I'm proud of being his wife and the mother of his children, and I'm sure our kids will be proud of their father. He's a good guy and husband. Always being there when needed. He takes care of he's family diligently, including he's mom, sisters and niece. He's always there for me my sisters and Mom when needed. He never lifted his hands on me. We aren't perfect but he tries he's best. He's very skill with his tongue, hands and hips. He gave me multiple o****m on our wedding night, he's very skillful for a virgin but I won't question. He's my husband and will always be the father of junior. But if you ask me if I love him? I won't know how to answer you. I like the fact that he's kind, that he can give me multiple o****m in a night. That he work hard to accomplished his dreams. But I don't love him. When he asked me to married him, I said yes because my mom and sisters thought he was perfect. My friends couldn't and won't stop talking about how he is sexy, handsome and rich. he has never disappointed anybody including me. He deserves all what he have and more, my husband can walk while holding his head high because he isn't and have never been a lazy person. My in-laws and their relatives aren't very happy about my husband choice. According to them he could do better. They treated me like trash when he wasn't around, they was always rude to me especially since I've made 3 yrs without giving birth. But when my husband was around, I had the best in-law in the world. But I don't have any grudge against them, the only want the best for their son. I Only hope that now with the birth of our kids every thing will be okay. While I was thinking about all this, my husband, he's family and friends continue celebrating the the birth of our son. I move to my room to put our sleeping kid in the crib. While I was climbing the stairs I fell a shock through my body, my waist is on fire. It was very similar to what I felt during the birth of our son, very painful. What is the meaning of this? I thought. I didn't shouted, so that I won't spoiled their joyful celebration, I won't be a joy- killer in my own house. Without forgetting that I was holding junior, if I shout he will be more frightened than anyone here. I was panicking and anxious. I move to our room very slowly due to wave of painful shocks over taking my body one after the other. In the room I put junior to bed . My heart was filled with dread. What the meaning of this? I dragged myself to our Queen-size bed before turning and writhed on the bed while trying to prevent myself from shouting. When I saw water flowing from my mid- section as it was the case during junior birth I was baffled and flustered. I can't give birth to another baby, it only makes 1 week since junior birth. I thought " it will pass. It's just some pre-birth problem. I will visit the hospital tomorrow" I didn't shouted. But the pain continue increasing in intensity. I registered another nerve racking contractions hitting me. I shouted the name of my husband, " Richie" " Richie" It's only when I saw him that I stopped shouting his name . My husband and in-law came running to our room. " Love, what's the matter" ask Richie " I don't know but it's very painful. Help me Richie" I shouted. While my husband was transporting me to the hospital, i could hear hateful comment flying in my own house. From my husband friends and his fan. " she Just want to attracted attention" " she can't let him celebrate the birth of his own son freely, have to create a scene today" " Hope she will die and let Richie find him self a Worthy wife" " Money spending machine. Your husband have money to bring you to the hospital every week, let him spend it again today " Even if some friends tried to Claire my name, it was useless. Nearly every body in the room have already made an opinion about who I am. He took me to the nearest health center. When the doctor said I was given birth, we were all surprised, given that our son is just one week. My mother inlaw and my husband tried explaining the situation to the doctor. " Doctor my wife already have a kid Last week, how can she be pregnant again? " asked my husband showing my medical booklets to the doctor. The doctor took my medical records and and study it " I can't explain how, but your wife is pregnant and is currently given birth to a baby. I can't explain, this isn't my domain of expertise. If you want I can direct you to a doctor that can help you" he explained. While they were trying to understand, wave after wave of contractions was hitting me, one after the other. I was very tired, especially after the pain and work I went through last week. I know I couldn't and can't waste any strength shouting hysterically, So I sat calmly. I have to fulfill my duty of wife and daughter in-law. Because not only me, but Richie need this kid. I wish and pray for the present of my mom. I know she haven't travel and won't till tomorrow but I still wants my mom to materialise here now to tell me everything will be okay. I couldn't take the pain again, so l shouted and pushed. After many hours of " Push" " Just push, you can do it" " Think about your family while pushing " I gave birth to my baby before fainting. When I come back to myself, I was alone in my room. When my husband and in-law came in the room, they were acting really strangely. Richie couldn't look me in my eyes, my mom and in-law was literally glaring at me. I wanted to asked " What the matter? " But my intuition told me to wait and see. But I asked " Mom how's my son" " Just wait, the nurse is bringing him" she answered. I was delighted to meet my miracle, since he's a miracle in my life. In my agitation, I didn't notice the reaction of my husband and in laws to my questions. When I saw the nurse with a baby I was so happy to Carry our baby, but when my eyes fell on my son face, I was like freeze, struck and astonishe. I said to the nurse " Sorry madam, I thought it was my baby, but this kid is so cute" I said " but I want to Carry my baby" " Madam it's your baby" said the doctor It was like =_= " is she really serious" I thought. " Madam it's your baby" said the nurse before handing me my baby. When I looked at my husband, he was looking at the door and won't look at me. He's furious, bothered and restless, everybody is looking at us. When I tried to call my husband to asked him what was happening he just left me without looking at us. I panicked and tried calling my mom or in-law names but they left one after the other within 15 minutes everybody have left me and my son When alone, I asked myself how can my son be different from us. My husband is an African and don't even have a European in his lineage. Same here, in my family we're very black and you won't find a white or an European in our lineage. How can our baby be a metise, we're both African While I was trying to understand while our baby was a metise, everybody in the hospital was talking about me and my baby. Nurse was wispering here and there " have you heard a woman came with a black husband but gave birth to a metise" " I've heard, how could she decieve her husband about the origin of her kid" " No shame. I heard his a very rich man and deal in import and export" " True?" " True sister, have you see his car and how handsome he is? To fall on a rich man which is handsome in this our 21 century, it's a blessing" " But she wasn't satisfied, have to f**k a white man " The nurses was wispering audibly amongst themselves, without any consideration towards me or my baby. The doctor didn't even come for my final check up before release. When I asked a nurse, she didn't even look at me. I was abandoned with my baby. I became a laughing stock and the subject of conversation of everybody in the hospital. My in laws have already Left me and nobody in the hospital was helping me, so I called my sisters. I asked them to come and help me with their nephew. I can't stay here another minute, junior is waiting for his mom home. While we were moving home; " Where is she going to with her bastard" " I really wanted to see who is the father of her kid " " It will teach her to fool around " I was so ashame, how can this happen to me? How?. I cried all the way home. Even my sisters were looking at me strangely. When we reach my husband house, his friends and family members were still present. They were chutting daggers my way with their eyes. My mother in law was glaring so hard at us that if eyes could killed, I will already be death. From the way those young lady are acting towards my husband, I can see they haven't lost their time finding a replacement. While I was passing, you could here people wispering loud enough for all of us " Some people really have thick skin, coming back here after giving birth to another man bastard " " She even carry her bastard with her, no shame at all " " Why can't she think about what Richie is passing through. Coming here with that baby, she really wants to kill her husband with Grief " " She is going to church every day, preaching and giving advice like if she's better. Cheater" " Don't tell us the father of your child have refused the bastard". " Are you sure she even know who's the father of the bastard " These are those I called friends?" I asked myself " have they ever considered me their friend?" I went to our room to breastfeed junior. My baby was so pitiful, crying here alone when the house is full. I promised myself when I was younger than my children will never suffer when I'm alive. They will never pass through what I've passed, over my death body will my kids suffer. So when I saw my son, my one week kid this pitiful, I couldn't stop myself, l cried. I breastfeed my boys after they have been washed and clothes. I cleaned myself before going down. When I saw my best friend Erna, I was very happy seeing a friendly face that I didn't notice the way she was looking at my husband. " Emily don't come near me, how could you? How" she was shouting I asked myself " why is Erna shouting? ". No don't tell me she also believe in what she heard, without even asking me. " I told you not to follow that ugly white man but you went behind my back to meet him, I told you nothing good will come out of this now see in which situation you find yourself" she was literally striping me of all my honor in front of my in laws and husband friends. Why is she lying? Why is she doing this? I asked myself. I don't know any ugly white man, what's the meaning of this? What have I done to deserve this? Erna didn't stop trashing my name in front of everyone present. That's when I discovered that I never had a friend. My husband has been ignoring me and my in-law insulating and insulting me everythingtime. I know how it appears, it's misleading and abnormal to give birth to a metise in this condition but I've never cheated on my husband. He's the only man I've ever touched sexually. I haven't stopped trying to prove my innocent, but how will I? My husband asked for a DNA test. The doctor and test was received two days after. Junior and his brother are my children but only junior have Richie genes. That's why I'm still living here, to take care of junior. I was living in hell after this, with a husband that doesn't want to see my face and an in law that just wanted to torture me and my boy. I became their house maid, washing, cleaning, dry cleaning, and any other house core in the house. She even took me to farm just to torture me. She started humiliating and insulting me publicly now. Even my maids have stopped respecting me. Members of our church after many visits to my compound were I told them time and again that I've never cheated on my husband, haven't believe me. I've heard from my sister that they have been excommunicated me from church. My friends and relatives have stopped greeting me. I'm living in misery and nobody is helping me. I haven't stopped crying since the birth of Ismael. That's how I called him, the unwanted son of habraham. Today I was resting in my room, since my husband and I are not Charing room any more. But today he came to my room, he acknowledged my presence today for the first time after the birth of Ismael. " Emily why? How have I wrong you?" He asked " I gave you everything you needed, a house, a car, a job every f*****g thing. But what was the freaking result of all this? You cheated on me. " He was shouting How can I answer my husband? How will he understands my situation? No he couldn't. He moved towards me and tackle me, making me fall on the bed. Before I knew It he was already on me, he tore my dresses violently, before turning my pants to stretch with his hands. He penetrated my dry s*x roughly, without any foreplay. It was so painful but I didn't shout. I cried silently while he continues moving in my violated c*m repeatedly. He used my body to release some of his accumulated frustrations. After that I felt so dirty, useless and lonely, I cried the day through. I thought," maybe I deserve all this humiliation, maybe this is my destiny" My husband haven't stopped r****g me repeatedly since the last time while my in laws are still making my days unlivable. My husband asked me to send Ismael to my mom house to live there and he will forget and forgive my actions. I have to choose, stop seeing my son or I forget him. My sister in-law have started maltreating my son. He's only one year old. Everybody advise me against keeping my son. I don't know where Ismael is coming from, i don't know his dad, but I will never, yes never throw a child of mine. I have to move out of here. As l've promis myself, no child of mine Will suffer when I'm alive, no child of mine. Today they went to church, the same church I was excommunicated by without any prove of transgressions to show. I've to use this opportunity wisely, this is my chance to run, yes i ran for my life and for the future of my kids. I moving to my parents house. I left my little mansion, with two stories building for the small house of my mom, found at the periphery of the town. My husband have a two story building found in a remote area. It's provide a middle ground between two stories building and three stories building, so that potion of our house include a secondary living area. The extra half is used for additional bedrooms. The master bedroom and living room have high ceilings making it airy and open. A very clean kitchen, cooking place with huge island, with everything within reach. With an open dinning room with a grand table that can receive up to 100 people. Without forgetting the bathroom. The upper floor space are used for bedrooms and bathrooms. The play ground and office space are found in the lower floor.This is our semi traditional house with 5 bedroom, each have a bathroom. A kitchen and dining room. While my mom have a traditional house with 3 bedroom for her 6 girls and her , 2 bathroom, a kitchen and dining room. Our childhood house only have the strict necessities. Everything is simply arrange and constructed.My mom is a widow who have to take care of six children, all by herself. My sister syntia have move abroad to find a job. But we've heard she's marriage and have tweens just like me. She had always been the ambitious one of us. She wanted to be a lawyer, after an accountant but now she's a writer. She's really helpful, especially towards my mom and our sisters. I have four other sisters with two living with syntia. My mom have always been a servant of our GOD. We grew in a very difficult and hard condition, but we made it. If till today we still alive, I won't die today because of Richie and his family. We've also been a close family, but my family members are more Christians than any other things. My mom wasn't happy about my presence in our house, especially since my sister aren't married yet. Life with my family was devoid of insults and violations but I wasn't welcome, because my mom and sisters are Christians and I'm excommunicated from their f*****g church. My sisters weren't talking to me, the believe in all the lies Erna my best friend said about me and a suppose white man. They were always remembering me my situation. They thought I was the cause of our separation and everything happening to me. After living with my mom for two months, l move out of there to my own house. An apartment of one room, that was all I could afford. My apartment is a modern size apartment with texture black wall. It has one room that I will happily share with junior and Ismael. I bought a leather sofa and some painting to decorate my walls. We have on- site repair workers, a laundry machine and gym facilities. Richie have been sending me some money every month for the needs of our son, it's have really helped me. And my sisters have also help taking care of my children. Syntia haven't stopped sending money and won't stop but I have to gain my independence and take care of my kids. My boys are more happy here, so we're happy here. I'm ready to be a single mom. I have to find a job firstly, to take care of our needs. Knowing my ex and his family, he will rapidly stop sending money. Finding a job while taking care of two boys isn't easy, I've to feed them and drop them to my mom house before searching. I've searched for a job for a month and today I'm starting my new job as an assistant manager. I work my ass off for a week , in order to keep my place but the freaking boss couldn't care less. Asking me to f**k with him to save my job, is this a joke or what? I left the same day without looking behind. Back to finding a job, and my stupid husband have stopped sending money. I continue moving from firm to firm in search of a job. I've been looking for months now but I still don't find. One Tuesday, I was moving home to cook for my kids when I was greeted by a class mates, " Emily evening, how are you? " She said " Evening, please do I know you? " I asked " We were class mate in from four, I was seated in front of you, do you remember me" she was explaining " Roxanne, are you the one? " I was sure it was Roxanne " Yes I'm the one. Long time no see, so can I invite you for a cup of coffee now?" She asked " Why not, lead the way, I'm following you" I really need a cup of coffee now. We took her car to the nearest coffee shop. In front of two hut cup of coffee we talked about our lives, she's an accountant in a firm not far from there. When I told her about my unproductive afford in finding a job, she proposed to help me. She called some contacts and I have two to three jobs interview. " Emily if you tell me now why the wife of Richie mbuncha is finding a job for more than one year, don't tell me your husband can't help you" she asked I was obliged to tell her the truth about my marital status and situation. She told me about herself and her family, she has three children. We promise to meet again and I thank her That's how I got my first job, due to a friend, that is how life is in this f*****g country. You have to know someone who's working and have contacted before you can find yourself a mean of subsistence. I attended the 3 interview to increase my chances of finding a job. After, when all the firm's called to inform me that I could start tomorrow, I choice the most rentable. I will be working as a junior accountant in a small firm found in my locality. Living my son for the whole day wasn't easy but I can't let my kids be illiterate. My job was very confortable, i worked diligently every f*****g day to ensure the future of my kids. My boss was an old man who took me as his daughter, we worked together every day without any problem. My colleague new I was a single mom with twins, so they help me. Even if some tried causing problems, we always overcome this bravely. Due to my working hours, I had to find a maid, for my boys. I asked my sister to take care of them, I can't leave my sons with strangers. My life is now peaceful, my sons will never be maltreated. I tried every means possible to find Ismael father in vain. I went to every European embarrassy to find if they have any worker who resemble my son but nobody did. 'I will find Ismael father one-day, I promise myself"