"I've worked hard all day. I’m too exhausted to waste my time arguing with you when I get home. Think about what you really want."
The divorce papers lay abandoned on the floor and I was left alone in the empty villa. I crumpled to the ground, unable to stop the silent tears from pouring down my face.
I could never become the happiest mother and Donald would never be the good father he once promised to be.
Olivia posted an update on her Instagram Feed, "Finally, I'm able to see Mr. Hernandez's sleeping face out in the open."
It was complemented with a photo of Donald sleeping while lying on the bed. His messy hair and high nose bridge were catching the light.
I immediately liked the post and left a comment, "There is no need to rush showing off. Wait until our divorce, then you can flaunt him all you want.”
Less than a minute later, the post vanished.
Olivia sent me a private message. However, in her apology, there was a thinly veiled smugness, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Don't you know that women need to be a bit more gracious? If you can’t win back a man’s heart, at least don’t make him hate you.”