Free The Pastor's Other Woman by Denora Boone Page B

She was smart, focused and on the way to much success in her life. She was one of the few young girls at our church that really put God first in everything that she did, and I could only thank Jewel for instilling that into her.
    Kammy was such a sweet little girl, so innocent and inquisitive, but she brought pure joy into the lives of everyone that she came in contact with. But the look that they each had on their faces right now tore me to pieces. The one man that was supposed to constantly love and protect them had hurt each one of them in the worst possible way. But as long as I had breath in my body, I wouldn’t dare allow anyone to hurt them ever again. If it took the rest of my life to make them feel better and to take the hurt away, I would do it until God called me home.
     

Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    Avery
     
    I heard my mother come in the house, and I knew she wasn’t alone. I had watched from my bedroom window as my father drove up in his car, opened her door and she fell into the arms of the man that God had had for her. Yes, I knew that Bryce was my biological father. I had known for a few weeks now, and I was actually excited about it. Neither him nor my mother knew that I had found out, and I wanted to wait for them to tell me first, but with everything going on, I felt like maybe I should bring it up to ease their minds.
    “Um, I need to talk to you two about something. I know that this may not be the best time, but then again, maybe this is the perfect time,” I said to them.
    I watched as my mother wiped her tears and gave me her undivided attention. This was another reason that I loved her so much. No matter what she was feeling or going through, she made sure to make my sister and I were her priority if we needed her.
    “What is it, baby?” She asked me.
    “I need to talk to you about something I heard a few weeks ago. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when I heard you on the phone that day, Mommy, I couldn’t help it,” I said as I dropped my head.
    “Hold your head up, sweetie. There is no need to be ashamed. What did you hear?”
    Instead of just blurting out what I heard, I went back to that day from the beginning.
                 
    Three Weeks Ago
    I had gotten home earlier than normal because it was an early release day for the seniors at school. I was shocked to see my mom’s car in the driveway because usually she got home after Kammy and I did on Thursdays. She had so much work to do at the church to get ready for the upcoming Pastor’s Anniversary and had been working overtime. But she wasn’t alone. My grandparent’s car was there as well.
    Walking into the house, I could hear the faint voices coming from her office on the other side of the kitchen. As I got closer to the door, I saw that it was slightly opened, and it sounded like I heard my mother crying. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t want to barge in if they were talking about something important. As I turned around to head up to my room, I heard my grandfather say something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
    “Well, if you ask me, I’m glad that Bryce is the father of the girls.”
    Wait what? What girls was he referring to?
    I couldn’t move my feet even if I wanted to. It was as if they were now planted in a bucket of cement. Was my grandfather saying that Uncle Bryce was the father of both my sister and I instead of Drew?
    “But it wasn’t supposed to be like this, Daddy. I have sinned against God and committed adultery against my husband. There is no way that I could be forgiven for this. It’s frowned upon,” I heard my mother say.
    This explained so much to me at that moment. I had always had a deeper connection with Uncle Bryce than I did with my father. I couldn’t stand that man. I always knew that something wasn’t right with him. I never felt that father daughter connection that I heard girls talk about that they shared with their fathers. Even the relationship that my mom and