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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Author: Maya Adams
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-18 17:30:01

Richard

I stood there, staring down at my plate. My mind felt numb, and my body was stiff with anger. I didn’t know what to do, what to feel, or even how to react.

I glanced over at my mother.

She sat there, completely unfazed, like she hadn’t just ripped my wife apart emotionally.

Emilia was still sobbing quietly.

I could hear the soft sounds of her tears, and every one of them hit me like a slap. How could my mother do this? How could she say those things, attack the woman I loved so mercilessly?

Then, suddenly, everything went quiet. Emilia stopped crying, and I looked up just in time to see her stand. Her face was red and swollen from the tears, and her eyes were filled with pain. I could see the hurt in them, but she didn’t say a word.

"I think I’m full," she said, her voice shaky, barely a whisper. She didn’t even look at me. "I’m just gonna go to bed now," she added, turning around to leave.

I opened my mouth, about to call out to her, but the words got stuck in my throat. I
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