As soon as the social worker walked out the door,I knew for sure,I was going to die or be beaten badly by Olivia. But I had no choice and unbelievably when the woman spoke of bride, marriage or family, I looked over and saw Oly.
It was either she was my fake fiancée or I was 100% fucked and without my children that I had been trying so hard to get back.
No, I didn't want to have to rely on my ex-girlfriend to help me, much less would she want to help me with this.
- My son! What a great idea you had," my mother smiled, "Well, I'll leave you two to talk, okay?
I waited for mom to come out and leave us alone,I knew she would yell or mess up my life in some way but in front of my mom it would be embarrassing.
- Look,first listen to me…I felt my face burn after the slapping slap…You crazy girl! What was that?
- You're such a jerk, aren't you Miguel Henrique? - Her eyes exuded hatred - Have you gone mad? What's in your head?
- Olivia? Come on, what's the big deal? - I smoothed the left
