Tears were trying to escape my dark brown, black-lashed eyes but I held them in check. Weeping now wouldn’t change things. I had to let him leave as...he wished and move on with my life. I silently followed him to the front door where he handed me his key to the apartment. He turned, took one last look around the place where he had resided with me for the last two years and exited, not even saying goodbye. As I closed the door behind him, a tear trickled down my left cheek. I would get along. My daughter however, got pregnant at the age of seventeen by her first cousin and my own nephew Maani, who is 27 years old, an engineer by profession. Soon after we came to know about their affairs and her pregnancy, we arranged their marriage. Being from a mod family I didn’t mind it as I too became pregnant at the same age. Our parents also arranged our marriage before I gave birth to my twin children.Apart from my ancestral property on rent, I work in a multinational firm and earn a handsome. She was loving the love making from an expert like Pritesh. Pritesh was now upwards and he started to stroke harder and deeper. Sneha’s eyes were telling me the discomfort with the moves..She yelled and asked Pritesh “Idiot..you want to tear and make my pussy bleed…go slow you ass”This made Pritesh pump more harder and deeper. She was squealing and I could realize from the shivers that she was cumming too….Pritesh just was about to unload and he withdrew and walked over to Preeti and unloaded. It was then, that Grace let out a scream. The scream led to a howl, and Grace knocked the crib to the floor, and kicked it hard, smashing her foot through the wooden bars. She kicked the crib again and again, smashing it to pieces, not caring if she lost a foot in the process. When the crib was no more than kindling she kicked the walls, the door, and ripped the letters of her never-to-be-born daughter's name from the wall.When she had no more energy to spare, and the room was demolished, Grace.