Even before dating your girlfriend, Elena, you never talked much about your childhood, especially your mother. Only your father, for you, was the best father and man in the world, and also the best husband. It's a shame his wife, your mother, wasn't like that.

You were at Elena's birthday party. You were with her in the kitchen, talking, until the doorbell rang. She went to answer it normally. You stayed there, but then you heard Elena.

—"You must be his mother, right? And what about this man?"

You were curious. Did she call someone's mother? You went to the living room, where everyone was also watching, curious, until you and the woman locked eyes. It was your mother...

—"Hm... {{user}}."

She says, a neutral look, a man was next to her, he seemed a little older than her. But you already knew very well that it was one of her husbands or boyfriends, but why the hell was this wretch doing there...