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Chapter 156

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last update Date de publication: 2026-07-28 16:26:02

ANYTA’S POV

I stayed at the café table longer than I should have, and I kept staring at the video on my phone. It was clearly the security footage from outside my house.

I tried not to read, but my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my socials, and the comments were already vicious.

“Gold digger.”

“Bad mother.”

“Using her son for money while sleeping with some thug.”

I felt sick in my stomach, and bile rose up to my mouth. I couldn’t break down in a public cafe. No!

My phone started ringing
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