Julian had strongly opposed my decision to stay here. He called postpartum centers a scam, accused me of disrespecting Lilian by going there, and insisted the money I spent on it should be given to him instead.
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Chapter 8
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Two years later, as I was walking outside with Liam, an aging, overweight, middle–aged man walked toward us, staring at me
intensely.
His gaze burned, and when he noticed the child in my arms, he became even more excited.
“Clara?” The man approached me casually and reached out his calloused hand to pinch the baby’s tender face.
I quickly took a step back, shielded Liam behind me, and looked at him warily. “Who are you, and what do you want?”
Seeing me quickly take out my phone, my finger poised to call the police, the man panicked and began explaining hurriedly, “Clara, don’t you recognize me? It’s me, your husband, Julian Lancaster!”
“Julian?” I looked at the sloppy man in front of me, unable to connect him with the bright young man I once knew.
Before I could recover from my shock, Julian began pouring out his grievances without stopping.
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