My Husband Started Making Hurtful Comments And Left Me For Someone Else. When He Came Back To Get His Things, He Found A Red Note On The Table.

There she was—Tiffany—tall, slender, with bright red lips and a dazzling white smile. They were hugging against a backdrop of the ocean, drinking coffee at a cafe, laughing as they looked into each other’s eyes. In the last photo posted two days ago, Tiffany stood in a tight dress and a small belly was visible.

The caption read:

Our happiness will be arriving soon. Hundreds of likes. Comments.

Congratulations. Such a beautiful couple. Happiness to you.

Amara closed the laptop. Her hands were shaking. A wave of fury rose inside her.

So strong that she wanted to scream, smash dishes, destroy everything around her. But she didn’t. Instead, she opened the refrigerator again, took out the last éclair, and ate it, staring into the void.

Then she went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. Swollen cheeks. A double chin.

A spreading figure. When did this happen? When did she stop being herself?

She remembered 20 years ago when Darius saw her at a college party. How he walked up to her, asked her to dance, how they danced all night, how he told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She remembered him proposing to her on the roof of their dorm under the stars, promising to love her all her life, for better or for worse.

She remembered the long, hard labor. How Darius held her hand and told her she was the strongest woman he knew. How he cried with joy when he saw Caleb.

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