I read her texts and couldn't help but laugh. No wonder every single gift Mario had ever given me was perfect for me.
All those well-orchestrated romantic gestures, those heartfelt confessions were not made by Mario. Instead, the real maker was his ex-wife.
I forwarded the video and chat screenshots to Maxim.
A few minutes later, he responded with a single word, [Received.]
That same night, he informed me that the divorce papers had already been sent to Mario’s company.
The next morning, I was woken by the sound of Tara's playing and the blaring noise of the TV from the living room.
The baby was struggling to sleep. I stepped out of the bedroom and saw only Lilith and her daughter, Tara.
Holding the baby, I gently rocked him, my voice was quiet but firm, "Can you keep it down?"
Lilith did not even bother to look up. Instead, Tara’s voice grew louder and she turned up the volume on the TV to the maximum.
I lost my patience so I yanked the television plug from the wall and in an instant, the room fell silent.
Tara let out an ear-piercing scream and charged at me like a wild animal. She rammed her head into my stomach and clawed at my arms with all her limbs over and over again.