CHAPTER 132

When it's a coincidence, it doesn't repeat itself, does it?

Amanda sat at the rocking chair, cooing at noah who was in her arms. The baby giggled and threw his little arms in the air playfully. The girls were at her feet playing dolls and fir the first time, she felt at peace.

There was a relief. Maybe because her creep of a husband wasn't around. Noah let out a little but loud fact and the stench was abominable.

“Mom!” Adelaide shrieked. “His poop is leaking out.”

“Oh dear,” Amanda exclaimed in panic. “This dress costs two hundred dollars!”

Katherine came rushing in at that moment from the...