"If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself. Henry, I've had enough of you these years. Let's break up."

With the goal achieved, Oliva laughed, linking her arm with Henry's.

"Alright, enough pretending. If you're not tired, I am."

She leaned in and kissed Henry on the cheek right in front of me.

My mother watched their intimate display without a word. She simply glanced at me, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes.