ADVERTISEMENT
Every evening she promised herself she would start a new life on Monday. But every Monday brought new disappointments. “I’m trying,” she whispered, feeling everything inside her contract into a painful knot.
“Trying!”
And now… now I’m embarrassed to go out in public with you.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d said this. Over the past year, those words had become as habitual as the morning coffee. Amara remained silent, staring into her bowl.
Once she would have argued, defended herself, but now she had no strength left. Darius finished his coffee and glanced at his watch. “I have to go.
I’ll be late tonight.”
“Another meeting?” Amara asked, even though she already knew the answer. “Yeah.”
He threw it out curtly and left. Without even saying goodbye, the door slammed shut, and Amara was left alone in the empty apartment.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
Tap READ MORE to discover the rest 🔎👇
ADVERTISEMENT