Lucia
I was fuming. Fuming at the fact I woke up in the early hours of the morning to my husband being missing and then to find him sneaking in at god knows what time stinking of whiskey and smoke, for him to then admit he's been with Savannah, of all people. If that doesn't sound like an affair, please, lord, tell me what does.
"So you were out with Savannah? At 4 in the morning? And nothing happened? f**k you, Enzo."
"I'm telling you the truth!"
"No you're telling me what I want to hear. You know what? I am so done with this s**t. You're welcome to her."
I was done, I was so exhausted with all the bullshit that was now surrounding us, for our happy past time being a distant memory. I was a single mom before Enzo, I'll be a single mom when he's gone. I ain't putting me, or my childre
