Eliseo Leone:-
I stood there, petrified to some degree, stunned at the sight of my wife--my Cassandra. The woman who would have been my ex-wife had I been stupid enough to sign those divorce papers with her. I watched her, defiant, her hand over her belly, the undeniable curve of our unborn daughter, beneath her hand. The little sister of Atlas. My daughter.
Her truth had been like vinegar in my eyes, yet before I had a chance to even organize my own feelings, Dominic struck.
"You will not win today, you will not, you--cunt," she sprang to her feet and struck him. His hand was poised, his position ugly, about to push her so violently that everything I loved would be in jeopardy.
My mind could not grasp the speed of my body moving. Anger powered me up. I gave him a kick right in the sto
