Helena had a few tricks up her sleeve.
With those sneaky moves of hers, she managed to keep Antonio around until evening again.
I was leaning against the headboard, telling the kids their bedtime story, when my phone vibrated with a new message.
“Mommy, your phone is ringing.” My elder son Rory handed me the phone.
“It’s not important.” I glanced at the screen and flipped the phone face–down on the bed. “Let’s keep going with The Little Mermaid. If you were the prince, would you choose the princess from the neighboring kingdom or the mermaid princess?”
I chatted with the kids for a while.
After they fell asleep, I turned on my phone.
It was a selfie from Helena.
Antonio was lying in bed, his handsome face relaxed in sleep, the blanket pulled up to his chest, revealing his shoulders and
pecs.
There were clear hickeys and scratch marks on his skin.
Helena, also topless, was lying on Antonio’s arm, facing the camera, and gave a smug pose.
Chapter 5 The oute
“Sorry, but I’ve exhausted your hubby again! Do you think he’ll be able to go home tonight?”
I turned off my phone in disgust.
I walked into the music room, switched on the light, grabbed my violin, and turned on the camera like I always did, then started playing.
I usually recorded myself when I practiced so I could go over it later.
The piece was called L’Injustice.
“You already got around which made you suffer, because the best often only harvest the worst.”
“When you don’t have the force nor even the desire anymore, and so much cried and so much cursed…”
My phone rang. It was my agent from overseas.
“Melina, everything you wanted is all set, including the school enrollment for the two boys. I’ll meet you at the airport.”
“Okay, thank you.”
I hung up, deleted the part of the video where I took the call, and played the violin for a bit longer.
Four more days.
I couldn’t wait to see Antonio’s reaction when he saw this video.
That must be very interesting.
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Antonio and I went way back. We didn’t just meet when we
were 18.
To be exact, he had known me since I was born.
Our families were old friends, and Antonio and I even had an unofficial, childhood betrothal thing.
His parents had always been nice to me.
Today, when I was picking up the kids, his mom Tabitha joked, “How’s it going without the kids around? Is Antonio on cloud nine? Maybe you should leave the kids with us more often.”
I was kind of stunned before smiling, “Sure, why not.”
In the middle of the night, Antonio actually came back.
I was a light sleeper, so I heard him come in. The mattress dipped when he got on it.
He snuggled into bed, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and started pecking my neck.
The faint smell of body wash wafted over, and for some reason, it made me feel sick.
I wanted to throw up.
But I still turned around.
I hooked my arm around his neck, called his name in a surt, cooing voice, and snuggled into his chest.
“Antonio, my dear…”
In the past, when I hinted at this, he’d always get excited.
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But now, he was out of energy. He just kissed my forehead and said he was too tired.
I smiled softly and furrowed my brows.
I rubbed my face against his chest, then suddenly looked up and saw his eyes. They were full of panic.
His guilt was all over his face.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.