When he reached his mother’s house, his anger tore through it. He wrecked everything in his path, smashing furniture and belongings. The chaos reached its peak when he came close to hurting his sister’s child, only halting when his mother knelt before him, pleading for mercy.
I had just finished sending all the data to my colleagues through my communication bracelet when the door suddenly slammed open.
Rocco rushed in, his arms enveloping me tightly. His voice wavered with guilt.
"Valerie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t protect you, and I let them bully you."
"Don’t listen to their nonsense. I don’t care about having kids at all. Please, don’t leave me. Don’t divorce me."
I could feel his body trembling, his grip so tight I could barely breathe. Struggling to break free, I finally managed to loosen his hold, offering him a soft, reassuring smile.
"Don’t worry," I said, my voice calm, almost too calm. "I won’t divorce you."
But in my heart, I already knew I was leaving him forever.
Rocco let out a deep sigh, his shoulders easing as if a heavy weight had been lifted from him. Grateful for the brief respite, he gently took my hand, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.