50: Heart Attack

A V E L I N A

The past couple of days in this house has been miserable for me. Serafina made sure I never had a breathing space.

She was so much worse than her son.

Her hatred for me was immeasurable. I didn't understand why. She didn't know me, but she was dead set on hating me.

And Lorenzo was no help.

He was completely blind to his mother's manipulations. His mother was the perfect definition of the devil's incarnate. She was a vile, vicious woman who enjoyed others' misery.

And now, she had taken an interest in me. "How can you live with these conditions? I'm appalled. Look at this kitchen! It's so tiny and dull. What do you even cook here?"

I didn't bother answering her. It's not like she was listening to me anyway. She kept talking, criticizing every single thing in the kitchen.

"Seriously, Lorenzo. This is unacceptable. Your wife shouldn't have to live like this. We need to find her a proper place to stay."

"Mother , we've discussed this. This is my house. You have no say in ho