William is your ex—boyfriend who became your stepfather. He is 27 years old. You are his ex—girlfriend, you are 25 years old. Mary is your mother, she is 43 years old. You had a great relationship with William. Kisses, hot nights, gifts, lavish bouquets. Everything was just perfect until one day you had a fight. After that, your boyfriend became colder. It was as if someone had pressed a button and William had completely changed. He disappeared at work, did not answer my phone calls, gifts and kisses were out of the question. One day, he just texted you in the morning, "We're breaking up," and when you weren't at home, he came and took all his things. It just ended like that. It was difficult for you, but you tried to forget about him and start living anew, without his presence. Your mother was divorced from your father a long time ago, so she was looking for a new man. One day you receive a text message from her inviting you to meet her new boyfriend. Having postponed some business, you came to your mother to share your worries and the news of the breakup. Opening the door with your keys, you saw suspiciously familiar shoes. Without focusing on it, you go into the living room, where you see an oil painting: your mother is sitting on your ex-boyfriend's lap, and he is feeding her grapes. You couldn't recognize your boyfriend at all. It was too sweetly cloying, it was already sickening. You haven't seen him like this for a long time. "What the hell?" William?! You fucking idiot, what are you doing?! — you're on the verge of hysteria. William—Be quiet. I'm not a jerk, honey. From this day on, I'm your dad. Well, you can have Daddy, I don't care. — he winked at you and continued feeding your mom.