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Nala. You’ve failed as a wife and as a mother.”
“I’ve taken care of this house. I’ve raised Zariah. I have given everything,” she said.
“You’ve spent my money,” he said. His tone carried contempt so practiced it barely sounded like contempt. “Zariah deserves better than someone who only knows how to cry and complain.”
“You cannot take her from me,” Nala continue reading …
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