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“I have the right to care for my grandson,” Patricia interrupted. “Darius is right. He needs to start a new life.
“And you? You have only yourself to blame, Amara. You should have taken care of yourself.”
Her mother-in-law had hung up. Amara put the phone on the table and stared blankly. So that was it.
Everyone was against her. They even wanted to take Caleb away, as if she were an outcast. She stood up and went to the hall mirror.
She looked at herself with a long, careful gaze. A face swollen from tears. Dull hair pulled into a careless ponytail.
A stretched-out tunic that hinted at the folds on her stomach. You have only yourself to blame. Maybe they were right.
Maybe she was really to blame for everything. Maybe if she hadn’t gained weight, if she had stayed that thin girl, Darius wouldn’t have left. Wouldn’t have fallen in love with that Tiffany with the long legs and flat stomach.
Amara returned to the kitchen and took out her laptop. She opened social media and found Darius’s page. He wasn’t hiding their relationship.
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