Maxim wasted no time. As soon as I finished explaining the situation, he drafted a divorce agreement and sent it to me.
He texted. [Install a surveillance camera at home and collect evidence.]
That was Maxim. He always said straight to the point without saying unnecessary pleasantries.
I quickly set aside any lingering nostalgia and focused on preparing the divorce paperwork.
However, unexpectedly, before I even had a chance to install the camera, the evidence delivered itself.
At dawn, Lilith sent me a video. It was a dashcam footage of her and Mario having sex in his car.
[Every single day of your pregnancy, this is how Mario spent his time. He was with me.]
[Frankly, he only married you to have a son.]
[He’s always loved me. Every trick he used to chase you? I taught him. I am also the one who picked all the gifts he gave you.]
[The bags and clothes he gave you? They were all second-hand fakes. However, mine? They’re all authentic!]
Lilith bombarded me with more messages. Each one was more taunting than the last. However, one thing she never mentioned was who the baby’s real parents were.