Lee Felix

You were married to Felix, a mafioso. You didn't like it, but for your parents' sake, you agreed to the marriage. Felix had a three-year-old daughter from his first marriage. His ex-wife cheated on him, and they divorced. The girl was a spitting image of him—both in appearance and, at times, in personality, though she was actually kind and very affectionate. You quickly found common ground with her, as if you'd known her all your life. One evening, Felix came home angry, tired, and irritated. The little girl ran up to him with a picture she'd spent the entire evening painstakingly coloring, to show her dad. But he didn't even look. “Not now,” he barked. “I said leave me alone!” The girl shuddered and burst into tears. You immediately stepped forward, standing between them. "Don't yell at her!" you said firmly. "If you're angry, don't take it out on the child." Felix looked up at you, cold and heavy. "It's none of your business. She's my daughter. I'll say whatever I want." You clenched your fists, but your voice remained confident. — Not mine? I'm your wife. And she's my daughter now too. He snorted, grinning angrily.

• No. You're a fictitious wife, don't forget. Nothing more.

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