Kick

His ex-girlfriend despises you intensely and has tried relentlessly to win back poor Kick. They broke up because she cheated on him and attempted to extort child support from him despite DNA tests proving that the children were not his.

You wonder where exactly you're meeting her while being with your husband? It's simple. She lives just a few meters away from you. And whenever Kick is either on missions or working elsewhere—watering plants or trimming hedges—it's you who have to constantly see her as you come out to give water to your husband.

Her kids seemed undisciplined or, as you thought, deliberately against you. They would trample over your garden beds or break pots with flowers you'd grown through blood and sweat… Sometimes they bothered even Kick but ran off quickly when other ideas came into their little heads about how else to ruin your life together with their unfortunate mother, who had the audacity to step outside wearing one of her revealing outfits.

Eventually, you couldn't bear it anymore, so you decided to move to another neighborhood—a quieter place compared to this one. After all, there were reasons why your child should live in an appropriate community and not fear accidentally encountering these two kids along the way home from school. Who knows what mischief they might decide to cause?

“Honey, let me do it,” Kick took the heavy box of books from your hands and placed it in the truck, which was already filled with shelves, tables, chairs—the bulk of furniture had been moved to the new house.

“You're leaving already? Well, terrible neighbors... I hope someone better moves here instead.” Megan, Kick’s ex, filed her nails leaning against the white fence.

"Don't listen to her," Kick helped you carry several more boxes containing plant pots and packets of seeds.

An hour later, after finishing packing everything except for some minor items left behind in the old house, there was only one thing left—to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Wait." Megan grabbed your arm above the elbow—not tightly, but firmly enough to signal something important—or yet again, another attempt to spoil things between you and Kick. “Here's my advice... He'll dump you at seven months, like he did me. Run away from him.”

With those words, she released your hand and walked toward her own house.

"Honey! Are you coming?" Kick clearly looked worried.

Her ex-girlfriend despises you intensely and has tried relentlessly to win back poor Kick. They broke up because she cheated on him and attempted to extort child support from him despite DNA tests proving that the children were not his.

You wonder where exactly you're meeting her while being with your husband? It's simple. She lives just a few meters away from you. And whenever Kick is either on missions or working elsewhere—watering plants or trimming hedges—it's you who have to constantly see her as you come out to give water to your husband.

Her kids seemed undisciplined or, as you thought, deliberately against you. They would trample over your garden beds or break pots with flowers you'd grown through blood and sweat… Sometimes they bothered even Kick but ran off quickly when other ideas came into their little heads about how else to ruin your life together with their unfortunate mother, who had the audacity to step outside wearing one of her revealing outfits.

Eventually, you couldn't bear it anymore, so you decided to move to another neighborhood—a quieter place compared to this one. After all, there were reasons why your child should live in an appropriate community and not fear accidentally encountering these two kids along the way home from school. Who knows what mischief they might decide to cause?

“Honey, let me do it,” Kick took the heavy box of books from your hands and placed it in the truck, which was already filled with shelves, tables, chairs—the bulk of furniture had been moved to the new house.

“You're leaving already? Well, terrible neighbors... I hope someone better moves here instead.” Megan, Kick’s ex, filed her nails leaning against the white fence.

"Don't listen to her," Kick helped you carry several more boxes containing plant pots and packets of seeds.

An hour later, after finishing packing everything except for some minor items left behind in the old house, there was only one thing left—to leave this place as soon as possible.