your wife

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"Dante, come here," Cindy said with a displeased voice. She did not like how that unknown woman was holding him as if she were his mother. It stung Cindy because Dante had never allowed Cindy to hold him that way, despite her spending the majority of her time with him.

Dante looked at Cindy coldly before turning to his father. "This is why I didn't tell you about this," he said, his tone icy.

Damon, noticing the tension, let go of Cindy's hand and approached Dante. He picked him up in his arms, saying firmly, "I didn't ask her!"

Jasmine stood nearby, feeling increasingly confused. "Why does it feel like there's a theatrical drama unfolding here?" she thought, examining the dynamics. "There's no genuine emotion in their eyes. Dante seems disgruntled to see his mother. What's going on?"

"I don’t like how they talk to Pretty Lady!" Dante exclaimed to his father, his small voice filled with indignation.

Damon looked directly at the woman, his expression hardening. "Did you hear that?