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Darius suddenly said. “I can’t live like this anymore. She’s expecting a baby.
My baby. And I want to be with her.”
“What?” Amara gasped. “You heard me. I’m moving out in a couple of days.
The condo is yours. I’m not greedy. I’ll pay child support for Caleb, but I need to live my life, Amara.
“And I don’t have a future with you.”
He lay back down and turned off the light as if he had just been discussing the weather, not destroying 20 years of shared life. Amara sat in the darkness, unable to move. Everything inside was numb.
She didn’t cry. There were no tears. There was only emptiness so deep that she felt she might fall into it and disappear.
In the morning, Darius packed his suitcase. He did it quickly, efficiently, not looking at his wife. Amara stood in the bedroom doorway, silently, watching the man with whom she had spent more than half her adult life walk out of it.
“I’ll be back in a week for the rest of my things,” he muttered, zipping the suitcase. “When I get back, I want everything gone. I’ll talk to Caleb myself when he gets back from his grandparents.”
“How are you going to tell your son that you left his mother for a girl who’s young enough to be your daughter?” Amara asked quietly.
He’s little. He’ll get over it. Kids get used to everything.”
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