After taking him to the airport, I came back home and knocked on Livia's bedroom. I found her crying in bed. She blurted, "Your father hates the baby and hates the way I look. He called me a fat cow and said he'd rather not see me before I regain my former shape. I didn't plan this pregnancy, but before we got married, I told Dad I wanted to have one or more children, and he never rejected the idea. I think he never really loved me. He looked at me as a trophy wife: Young and good-looking who he could be proud of before his friends and employees."

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