Chapter 8

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"Oh my! Good for you, Cynthia!" Stacy said when Cynthia had narrated the events of the previous night.

"No, it wasn't good. We ended up having a huge fight, I locked myself in the bathroom, and this morning he didn't even wait for me to wake up and talk it out before leaving." Cynthia stopped at a red light and turned to look at Stacy. "Then when I was doing laundry today, I found a tampon in his jacket. And it wasn't mine."

"That bastard is definitely cheating on you!" Stacy barely managed to stop herself from kicking the dashboard. The amount of anger she was cultivating for this Andrew was only growing. She hated the man. "You know what? I take back what I said earlier. You shouldn't confront him just yet. You don't still have feelings for him, do you?"

"I mean, he is the father of my children."

"Your kids might have his DNA but he is not their father. Not with the way he's acting."

"You think so?"

"Yes. With a father like that, they would be better off without a father. But now tell me the truth. Do you still love him?"

Cynthia turned into her home street. She sighed. "I don't know if I ever loved him. I just wanted to get married 'cause my mom always said to make sure I get married by 25. I married the first guy that showed minor interest in me." They were now in Cynthia's garage.

"It's okay. We've all made our mistakes. We're going to get you sorted." Stacy realized that she had placed her hand on Cynthia's. She blushed and lifted it off.

"Thanks." Cynthia wore a genuine smile on her face.


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