Ivan Smith
Stela looks at me terrified, as if she were seeing a demon in front of her. Meanwhile, Andrew maintains a calm demeanor, as if my presence doesn't bother him.
We stare at each other until I hear a sweet and gentle voice.
"Daddy, who is this man?"
I shift my attention to her and see how much she really resembles my mother.
What bothers me is that I'm the stranger, and he's the father.
"This gentleman is a client of mommy's, sweetheart," he says, emphasizing the words “my daughter,” as if to show that the girl belongs to him. Then he looks at Stela and says, "My love, greet Mr. Smith, let's not be rude. That's not what we want to teach our daughter."
He has the nerve to call my wife "my love" in front of me and refer to my daughter as his. This guy is definitely trying to p
