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That evening, Vivian told me what happened.
After I left, Antonio sent away Amber’s son. When he was four, Antonio’s parents found the boy and brought him back.
However, Antonio wouldn’t accept him.
For that reason, to this day, that boy’s surname was still not Kaufman.
For years, they hadn’t lived together. The boy had many bad habits, which Antonio’s parents didn’t like, and because of him, Antonio didn’t come home anymore.
Gradually, the old couple grew alienated from their grandson.
The boy stayed in his room all day, talking to no one. He was a loner.
“What about Amber? Doesn’t she care?”
Vivian lowered her voice on the phone as if in case someone might overhear their conversation.
“I hear that Amber set Antonio up back then. She drugged his wine.”
Vivian told me that after watching the video I left, Antonio g suspicious.
I made that video in Amber’s place.
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Now that I’d seen her true colors, I wouldn’t see her unless I was well–prepared. Antonio found out something soon.
With the evidence, he sent Amber to prison resolutely.
I had mixed feelings when I heard this. Never had I expected it to become like this. I felt bad for Amber’s son.
Knowing we had a daughter, Antonio hoped we could get back together. His parents supported him on this. If we remarried, they’d be able to see their granddaughter every day.
Antonio pursued me as he had done before. He would try everything. I had to avoid him. Seeing me like that, Vivian advised me to go back abroad.
I thought so.
When I talked to my daughter about this, she agreed. But I noticed her hesitation.
I said nothing and waited for her to tell me how she really felt. “Mom, I like it here. Can we stay?”
I asked, “Do you like the gentleman who often comes. downstairs?”
My daughter was very bright and understanding. She had never asked me about her dad. “Is he my dad?”
Her eyes sparkled. I said, “Yes, he is.”
I wanted my daughter to be happy, so I decided to stay. Although Antonio kept pestering me, I could handle him.
