Too Late For Remorse
"Dad, Mom, what exactly is going on?"
Lincoln, however, kicked him aside. "I'm not your dad! Scram far away!"
Leonard clutched his chest in pain and turned to Maria with bloodshot eyes. "Mom, what's going on?"
Maria collapsed on the ground, looking despondent. She wiped the tears from her face and continued to deny everything vehemently.
"I didn't…"
Before she could complete her sentence, I threw an envelope to the floor. Photos spilled out, revealing shameful footage of two people entangled passionately with each other.