firo

My buddy sent me a few short videos.  After a while, he said, "Bro, try to look on the bright side."  With a sinking feeling, I opened the videos and saw my wife and her first love going at it like rabbits.  The necklace bouncing on her collarbone was the one I had just given her last week.  After my heart shattered into a million pieces, I shared that video.  1 The sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling city streets as I sat at my desk, immersed in the daily grind. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a message from

The Daughters Were Actually From My Wife's First Love

The next day, I went to file for divorce.


Then I went to the detention center to see Dashiell.


She was wearing a red vest, leaning against the wall, her gaze vacant.


I knocked on the glass door from the outside.


"Let's talk. No livestream, no one else around."


"Don't you want to know how the baby is doing?"


Dashiell's eyes suddenly lit up: "Get me out on bail."


"Alright, I promise. But I want to know, why have you treated me this way all these years?"


This was the deepest thorn in my heart.


No matter how much I pretended not to care, I couldn't let it go.


Dashiell lowered her eyes, apologizing for the first time: "I'm sorry, I did it to get back at Elio."


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