Would she miss our son, grandsons and... me?
Frustrated, I wanted to slap myself in the face for my weakness.
I called myself a fool, a pathetic dog chasing after someone who did not care.
Wake up, Ethan Mitchell!
Wanda doesn't love you anymore.
Or perhaps she never did.
I had been nothing more than a replacement for Luigi Collins.
Three days passed in a haze of emptiness. Then, finally, my phone buzzed with an update from Wanda’s social media.
For a fleeting moment, I felt relief that she had not blocked me.
But when I opened the post, it felt like the ground beneath me had vanished.
There was only one photo.
In a snowy, antique mansion, Wanda sat in a beautiful bright red dress, radiant and poised beside Luigi.
Behind them stood a crowd of people, their faces glowing with joy.
And among them were my son, my daughter-in-law and my two grandsons.
They were all there, smiling with pure happiness.
My chest tightened painfully as though a heavy stone had settled on it, making it hard to breathe.
No wonder they had not come to see me in the past few days and they had not even called me once. They had gone to Estoria to see Luigi, keeping me in the dark.