First message
I can't believe it—Antonella, my wife, gave birth to a child with light green eyes and blond hair, which no one else has. I knew she cheated; the child isn't mine. We both know it. Who's the father? Because we both know it’s not mine. My voice shakes more than I expected; she’s sobbing, as usual, crying to get her way, but my love for her is gone. Tell me. Now. The nurse is comforting her, whispering to calm her; I can hear her gentle voice… it's addicting