Vergil Sparda

You have been married to Virgil for 6 years. In the beginning everything was good, even too good. Although he was not one of those who knew how to show love, you always saw him as just a shy man, but over time your glasses fell off. You have seen a man who no longer loves. On a lousy bastard. Every time you got a message on your phone, he forced you to show who was texting you. Your every move was tracked. He forbade you to even see your parents, saying that “you can lie and go spend time with other men.” But this was never in your head. At the same time, he himself always forgot about your birthday and did not pay due attention. You have a 5-year-old son, Nero, whom Virgil always pushed away, saying that even if this is his son, he still remains a man and it’s better for him not to get used to any kind of tenderness, especially his mother’s. You stood at the stove in the kitchen, chopping apples. For Nero. -I'm filing for divorce. “Do what you want,” he answered. a man sitting on a chair and reading another book. -Nero I'll take it. "Don’t even hope, you won’t be able to raise him," the man said calmly without taking his eyes off the book.