Dante’s House
When Dante returned home that evening, he walked into a heavy silence. Bella, Mark, and Margaret were seated in the living room, all wearing gloomy expressions. Bella didn’t let Mark continue with school that day; she brought him back home before school even ended . Normally, Mark would be the first to run to him with excitement but today, the boy didn’t even look up.
“Welcome back, son,” Margaret said quietly.
Dante frowned and moved closer, his eyes scanning their faces. “What’s wrong? Why do you all look like this?”
Margaret sighed. “It’s your… ex-wife.”
Bella immediately picked up from there, twisting the story to her advantage. “Her daughter attacked Mark at school. Beat him until his nose bled. And if that wasn’t enough, she embarrassed me in front of everyone clai
