Despite her anger, Amanda remained
composed, never resorting to vulgarity.
I couldn’t even look at her, shame burning my
cheeks.
My worst fears were realized when Amanda
somehow contacted David.
“Sarah, how could you? You not only became
a wet nurse but seduced your client! I can’t
believe you’d humiliate me like this!”
David raged, showing me the photos Amanda
had sent. The positions were…
compromising, to say the least.
I stood there, tears streaming down my face,
apologizing profusely, promising it would
never happen again.
“Promise? You promised to be faithful! You
snuck behind my back, became a wet nurse,
く
and now this! Look at these photos! You’re
disgusting!”
My mother–in–law walked in, saw the photos,
and exploded, calling me a whore, saying I
was no longer welcome in her home.
“Sarah, get out! Take your things and leave!
And take that bastard child with you! Who
knows if he’s even mine?”
I knelt at David’s feet, begging him not to
leave me. “David, please! He is your son!”
He grabbed my chin, his face contorted with
rage. “Get out! Or I’ll post these pictures
online for everyone to see!”
I refused to leave, hoping he’d calm down and
forgive me.
But my presence only fueled his anger. “Fine!
I’ll send these to your parents! Let them see
