Amara stood by the window, watching the rain. The drops streamed down the glass, merging into uneven paths that looked like tears. Her own tears had long since dried up over the last six months.
She had cried out everything she had. “You’re still stuffing your face?” Darius’s voice cut through the air from the hallway, sharp and filled with undisguised contempt. Amara flinched, instinctively covering her bowl of oatmeal with her hand.
It was just oatmeal. No butter, no sugar. But even this was too much for her husband.
“It’s just breakfast,” she answered quietly, not turning around. “Breakfast,” Darius mimicked, walking into the kitchen. “Take a look at yourself.
You’ve turned into a cow. I can’t stand touching you.”
The words struck their target precisely. Amara knew she had gained weight.
Five years had passed since Caleb was born, but her body had never returned to what it once was. She had tried. She tried diets, went to the gym, but the stress and constant tension in the family only made things worse.
Every evening she promised herself she would start a new life on Monday. But every Monday brought new disappointments. “I’m trying,” she whispered, feeling everything inside her contract into a painful knot.
“Trying!” Darius scoffed, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Twenty years ago when we met, you were gorgeous. Every guy would turn his head.
And now? Now I’m embarrassed to go out in public with you.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d said this. Over the past year, those words had become as habitual as his morning coffee.
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