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.

You’re already struggling enough and you’re eating that junk, too. Amara grabbed a box of six éclairs and put it in the cart. Then she grabbed another—a packet of cookies and dark, bitter chocolate, the kind she loved in college.

At home, she sat down at the table and ate three éclairs in a row, then two more. The sweet cream melted in her mouth, and for a few minutes the pain receded. But then it crashed back in a wave, even stronger, along with self-loathing.

That’s why he left. Because you can’t even stop yourself. Amara looked at the empty box and finally wept.

She wept bitterly, sobbing as she hadn’t since childhood. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the table, onto her hands. She wept for the lost years, for the unfulfilled hopes, for the fact that no one would ever hold her again and tell her they loved her.

The phone rang. Amara wiped her face and looked at the screen. It was Darius’s mother, Patricia Leak.

The woman had never particularly liked her daughter-in-law, believing her son deserved a better match. “Hello,” Amara answered. “Amara, it’s me.”

The mother-in-law’s voice was cold.

“Darius told me everything. I want to take my grandson for the summer. He shouldn’t see you in this state.”

“What state?”

Amara asked quietly.

“Darius said you’ve let yourself go completely, that you have depression. The boy doesn’t need that. “I will pick up Caleb directly from Denise’s house when he finishes his visit there.

You and Darius can sort yourselves out, but leave the boy out of it.”

“You don’t have the right.”

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