My Husband Told Me To Make Miracles With Rice While He Paid For Another Woman’s Luxury Apartment

“We are not poor in love. Money, we will rebuild.”

Kabir asked, “Without him?”

I looked at the garbage bags by the door. “Yes.”

At 6:12 p.m., my phone rang. This time, it was not Raghav. It was Kiara. I answered on speaker. Her voice was shaky. “Vaidehi didi, listen. I didn’t know about the children’s money.”

Mrs. Patel’s eyebrows rose. Margaret silently continue reading …