Antonella Lombardo. Living under the shadow of a memory is as painful as being aware, every day, that you will never be the first. It’s frustrating to fall in love with a man who only sees you as his second choice. But that’s the way I love Matt. It may sound pathetic, I know. If my friends told me they would prefer to stay with the man despite knowing that their love is not returned, I would tell them they are idiots without self-love. Maybe it’s obsession or maybe it’s the prevailing desire not to fail, but I knew exactly what I was getting into when I accepted that drink the night we met. I knew that when he slept with me; he imagined he was with her. One night when we were in bed, he called me by her name. That was a low blow. Very low. I always wanted to meet him. Envy consumed me as I saw her radiant with happiness, planning her marriage with the man I knew was meant to be mine while browsing through the magazines. I was born to be Mrs. Anderson, not Stephanie. I drop my pen

Stephanie Toussaint.Christian’s question stuck in my soul. Damn kids! I forgot how cruel they can be to those who are different from them. Thank God, I have never had these types of problems with the girls, since they know how to defend themselves. Most likely, if they were here, they would take revenge on the children who made Christian suffer.I hug him tighter, protecting him against my chest. I look up and tell Enzo, “Call Matt. He has to know this.”He sighs, nods silently, takes out his cell phone and calls Matt. The director quickly approaches me, saying, “But Mrs. Toussaint, there is no need to bother Matt with this.”I frown, enraged, as I say, “Are you serious? You, being an educator, don’t you consider this to be serious? That children tell him this is not childish or something about age. This makes up school abuse. I presume you have protocols to address these types of situations. Right?”The director widens his eyes and stammers a “Yes.”“Do you mind explaining them to m

Stephanie Toussaint.When I felt Matt’s fingers on my chin, it sent a shiver down my spine. Feeling his perfume with wood tones, and seeing his incredible blue eyes staring at me, for a moment, I lost myself. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or if it was really me, but at that moment, I wanted him.I wanted so much for him to kiss me, to take me in his arms, sit me on his desk and make love to me like he did years ago. Oh, how I wanted to feel his cock inside my pussy again! How I needed to see him leave marks on my skin, eyewitnesses that I belong to him!But what the fuck is wrong with me? Since when have I become unfaithful? This has to stop, Steph! Nothing good will come of all this. You are a MARRIED woman! You can’t go around hurting those around you. I can’t do to Enzo what Matt did to me.And there it was. The intrinsic reminder of what happened the day before my failed marriage. An infidelity so painful that, even though years have passed, it feels just as fresh. I

Vicenzo Toussaint.With each passing day, I feel like Steph is moving further away from me. Maybe it’s just an assumption on my part, but there’s nothing that can take away the feeling that I’m losing her. She is extremely volatile, everything I say to her makes her angry and I honestly don’t know how to get to her. I don’t know how to approach her without her trying to rip my head off.It’s like Stephanie has put up an enormous wall separating her from me. I have always characterized myself as a self-confident man, however, this woman is my downfall. Since I met her, life has become a constant movement, always changing. I must be attentive all the time because I know that at any moment someone can take her away from me.Stephanie is one in a million. There is no quality about her I don’t love, even those that drive me crazy. I wouldn’t change any part of her. I love her just the way she is. Together with the girls, they have become my entire world. I would sacrifice my life to protec

Matthew Anderson.True to his word, Enzo arrived twenty minutes after I did. I waited in my car until my security team showed up at the scene. All this so I don’t have to deal with unpleasant pushes or hits. Journalists can become actual sons of bitches when they want to, all to get the news first.Once inside, I politely greeted Enzo and Steph. Every day I feel prouder of myself since I have learned to manage my jealousy and my possessiveness. In these moments, I know Enzo cares for her and loves her just like I do, and she, although she doesn’t recognize it, I know she loves us both. God! I didn’t think I’d be able to share, but being close to Steph, I’ll take any piece she wants to give me.The three of us headed to Judge Barrett’s office, who was waiting for us. The prosecutor knocks on the door and quickly welcomes us. We were instructed that only he and Steph could talk. Marie sent her a certificate saying that she cannot subject herself to high levels of stress, since her pregn