believe he wants this baby or your marriage.â
âI do, and he will. Youâll see.â
âThe only thing I see is a woman whoâs waiting around for a man to make his decision about her life. Why are you so keen on letting him control you?â Tamara screamed. âI canât stand watching you do this.â
âI need him. I canât raise a child alone. Joel is my husband. He has to come home.â
âMillions of women in this country have raised babies as a single parent and do fine. You can too. Iâll help babysit for you, including changing diapers. Howâs that for support?â Tamara was amused.
Zarah wasnât. âThis is a very important matter.â
âCome on. Lighten up. Youâre taking this âstand by your manâ thing too far. Move on, for goodnessâ sake. Within a few weeks, you could have plenty of good men interested in you. Why wait for a dud like Joel? Heâs totally worthless.â
âIâm going to wait for him.â
âHow long do you plan on waiting?â
âAs long as I must.â
âYou mean like a month, a year? What?â
âIâll wait forever, as long he allows me to keep my married name, Mitchell. It is what I will ask of Joel. He will respond kindly.â
âHow can you be so certain?â
âSince my father died earlier this year, Joel is my family. My life belongs here with him, not in India, or any other place. He is my husband, and I must make this marriage work.â
âExcuse me, but Iâm going to gag,â Tamara said. A few seconds later, she continued. âZarah, I have to go.â
âSo soon?â
âI have to get off this phone; because I canât stand to hear you sound so helpless when it comes to Joel. Heâs trifling,â Tamara said.
âHeâs your brother.â
âTechnically, maybe, since we have the same father, but thatâs where the connection ends. Do me a favor. If youâre going to pine over a man, make sure heâs worth the hassle. Otherwise, you might get used to Joel making every decision for you and totally running your life. I canât imagine living that way and putting up with his crap, but this is your life, your choice. I respect your choice, and Iâll leave it alone.â
Zarah detected the disappointment in Tamaraâs voice and felt awful. âYouâll see. This is for the best.â
âRight, whatever,â Tamara replied. âLook, I have to go,â Tamara said, and then ended the call almost as abruptly as Joel had.
Sometimes Zarah couldnât figure out any of the Mitchells. Tamara and Joel were different but the same. Both contributed to her stress and forced her to question her future as Joelâs wife. She decided to shake off the worry and stay positive. Soon the loneliness would be gone. She cherished the thought, confident in her decision. She sat in the chair a while longer, hoping Joel would walk through the door. Eventually, she dozed off, and Joel paraded through her dreams. It was the closest sheâd gotten to him in weeks. She slept calmly in his arms.
Chapter 6
Tamara was fuming. She wanted to be mad at Zarah but didnât think it was fair to penalize her for being loyal and in love. Joel was the culprit. Too bad Zarahâs dedication was wasted on him. Tamaraâs anger had intensified, and she was determined not to extend him the same grace. Who did Mr. Joel think he was? Heâd moved his wife thousands of miles from her family, only to abandon her when she was pregnant. The more Tamara wrestled with his behavior and his flagrant womanizing ways, the less she was willing to let him get away without retribution. Obviously, Zarah wasnât going to speak up. Victims didnât. Tamara grabbed the phone. She would handle this.
After contacting Don to get Joelâs number, Tamara eagerly made the call. Joel answered more quickly than
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