Caribbean Wife

By Dalisa Cunning

Fear, stress and the unknown will break a woman down to a point of insanity. But what will happen when the tables are turned and the man of her dreams has to battle with another dick, a better dick.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dalisa Cunning
• Release date: May 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311254610

Dalisa Cunning

Dalisa Cunning is an out going, humorous, fun loving individual.. As a fiction writer she aims to please, wetting the readers' appetite and making them want more. She loves socializing and meeting new people.

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Caribbean Wife

A Chain Is As Strong As The Weakest Link

by

Dalisa Cunning

Copyright © 2015 by Dalisa Cunning

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This book is purely fiction. Names, places , characters, organizations and incidents portrayed in this book are imaginary. Any similarities to actual persons and/or events are coincidental.

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Table Of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Chapter 1

Being Careful

I don't have to tell you that my worst suspicions had become a reality. My worst fear, a worry that I certainly had no care for. Not at this point in my life. A damn shame. What to do? Should I let this go? Roll with the punches as they say. Hmmmm.... I know myself far too well to just let this happen. I am not capable of letting shit like this go. Yea I know I've been through tough trials before but that's the reason I didn't expect this.

Did I not do the things a woman in my position am suppose to do? Seems not. Seems I was only living a lie. Thinking about this is driving me insane, to a point I don't know I could come back from.

But the reality is I was burned and my other half knew how set I am in my emotions. They run high. If I analyze my situation I'd say I can get out before it's too late. You know what I mean, just count my loses. But knowing myself... What about the time and effort I put in? I just can't let this go. I won't let this go.

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I grew up in a small town in Lesterville, in a single parent home. My mother thought me all she knew. May she rest in peace. As a teenage I was a little rough around the edges, not bothering about style or fashion. Just a simple being. I'd say I was a loner and always loved spending time with myself. But I did love being out doors. As a natural academically inclined individual I always had a curiosity. A curiosity for anything and everything. So I always saw some pretty amazing things. Maybe that's why life is as it is.

I was an avid church goer from even way back then. Every Sunday when I was growing up it was the same thing, up before the crack of dawn for the early church service.

Some mornings I would try to pull a fast one on my mother but that never worked. Imagine no matter how tired, weary or sick I felt, I still had to go to church. No matter how much I laid in bed pretending to be asleep and unable to move, it was church for me.

It was the usual routine, a short walk from home to the neighborhood church with some of the other kids from the community. Despite my mother only entered the church on certain occasions like weddings, christenings and funerals, she believed it was her duty for me to have an up bringing in the church. To be as she used to say, 'God Fearing'.

By the time I was fifteen years old, I was directly invested in the church. I sang in the choir, went to pray meetings and had a role in the church committee. My mother had passed two years prior and being there was a relief from my living situation with an aunt, my fathers' sister.

Not to seem like being in the church was an escape from my new home but in those days I really started to appreciate the reverence. I was devoted to God and I had my life planned the way a god fearing person does.

One of my first