(Aya)
MY MOTHER is obviously surprised. She just stares at me, speechless. I inhale but it doesn’t ease the pain and tightness in my chest. I cling to her hands, like a child afraid of getting lost in the middle of a crowd.
“I can tell you how I know or who told me but… I know he has someone else, mom. All these years I thought he was just too busy with work. That it is the reason why he rarely goes home. Now I know there is a different reason. A worse reason than being workaholic. How can he do this to you, mom? She’s not only his boss. She is also a married woman!”
My mother looks down at our hands. The sadness and pain in her expression makes me want to sob. “I am at fault too, Aya,” she whispers.
I look at her incredulously. “What are you talking about, mom? He cheats
