Chapter 5 The Route
Helena had a few tricks up her sleeve.
With those sneaky moves of hers, she managed to keep Antonio around until evening again.
I was leaning against the headboard, telling the kids their bedtime story, when my phone vibrated with a new message.
"Mommy, your phone is ringing." My elder son Rory handed me the phone.
"It's not important." I glanced at the screen and flipped the phone face-down on the bed. "Let's keep going with The Little Mermaid. If you were the prince, would you choose the princess from the neighboring kingdom or the mermaid princess?"
I chatted with the kids for a while.
After they fell asleep, I turned on my phone.
It was a selfie from Helena.
Antonio was lying in bed, his handsome face relaxed in sleep, the blanket pulled up to his chest, revealing his shoulders and pecs.
There were clear hickeys and scratch marks on his skin.
Helena, also topless, was lying on Antonio's arm, facing the camera, and gave a smug pose.
"Sorry, but I've exhausted your hubby again! Do you think he'll be able to go home tonight?"
I turned off my phone in disgust.
I walked into the music room, switched on the light, grabbed my violin, and turned on the camera like I always did, then started playing.
I usually recorded myself when I practiced so I could go over it later.
The piece was called L'Injustice.
"You already got around which made you suffer, because the best often only harvest the worst."
"When you don't have the force nor even the desire anymore, and so much cried and so much cursed..."
My phone rang. It was my agent from overseas.
"Melina, everything you wanted is all set, including the school enrollment for the two boys. I'll meet you at the airport."
"Okay, thank you."
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