The Magic Black Card

A Little bit of Defence

"Yes, but I was in love with your father," she said, her voice full of nostalgia and a touch of sadness. Her eyes glistened with unspoken memories as she recalled the past. "And he claimed to love me too. That's where the whole scenario started."

As she spoke, her words seemed to carry a weight of their own, as if each syllable held hidden layers of meaning. It was a tale of love and desire, interwoven with the complexities of human emotions. The air around her became heavy with the intricacies of their relationship, the entanglement of hearts and souls.

"He said your dad was used to having whatever he wished for," she continued, her voice slightly trembling. "And he started hitting on him, so your dad had to make a choice. He chose Clinton as his personal assistant, a decision that only stoked the flames of jealousy within him."

The room was filled with a sense of tension as her words hung in the air, leaving Ethan perplexed. It seemed as though he had been unaware of this emotional