She didn’t even look ashamed.
“I’m still young, Daniel,” she said, folding a silk blouse. “I can’t spend my life trapped like this.”
“Trapped?” I repeated, looking down at our daughter.
She sighed as if I were the unreasonable one.
“I want to live life to the fullest. I can’t do that with three blind babies and a husband who can barely pay the bills.”
I begged her not to leave. Not for me, but for them.
She zipped the suitcase, walked past me, and said, “Don’t contact me.”
Then she slammed the door behind her.
Gabriella cried in my arms, and for the first time in my life, I had no idea how to stand up straight.
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Learning to Be Everything
A couple of weeks later, mutual friends told me Clarissa had already been seen with a wealthy man. Someone with a luxury car. Someone who took her to expensive restaurants.
