“Mom… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I left you with this monster…” I whispered, holding her as my voice broke.
She tried to calm me down.
“Son… don’t fight with your wife… I’m okay…”
Even then—
she was protecting peace.
Even then—
she was thinking about me.
Judgment Day
I stood up slowly.
Turned toward Victoria.
She was kneeling on the grass, crying, holding her face.
“Ethan, please! I’m your wife! We’re a family! I panicked in front of my friends—I was embarrassed!” she begged, reaching for me.
“Embarrassed?” I said coldly, stepping back.
I pulled out my phone.
Called security.
“Get every guard to the backyard. Now.”
Within minutes, they arrived.
Eight of them.
Waiting.
