They Thought I Had Nothing to Fight With. Then the Maid Wasn’t the Only One Who Walked In With an Envelope
“You wrote the texts, Ivan. Not Renata.”
“They were taken out of context!”
“Then give me the context,” I said, “in which a man writes that he’s waiting for his wife to finish nursing their baby so he can take the baby from her.
I’ll wait.”
He had no answer.
“My mother pushed me into it,” he tried.
“For eight months?”
“I would never have actually gone through with it — ”