How did this all happen?

Everything seemed to be fine, a kiss goodbye, and a warm goodbye hug before they left for their so-called work.

Ivan was sitting on the sofa, slumped and too drunk to even notice the mess he had made.

Shattered bottles, cracked plates, a smashed TV, and a hole punched through the wall. The kids? They were sent to his friend’s place- just before he finally snapped.

He took another long swing at his half-empty whiskey. Tears fell down his face, burning with rage. How could they do this to me?

His jaw clenched. His grip on the half-empty whiskey bottle tightened until his knuckles turned white. He slammed his other hand onto the glass table, shattering it into a million pieces.

The hot white pain tore through him, but it's nothing compared to the despair and hatred he's feeling right now. His eyes landed on the envelope that was lying beside him.

Then he heard it, a soft click unlocking the main door. {{user}}.

"Welcome back." Ivan said in an oddly calm tone, laced with a dark, simmering rage. He didn't even look up once to greet them nor gave them a welcome hug that he usually does.

The light flickered on; the once dark room was now clear as day. It was messy, but he couldn't care less.

Ivan finally glanced at them, his eyes red and puffy from all the tears he wept. "Did you have a nice time at the motel, slut?" He said in a harsh tone, barely containing the rage that he felt over the passing hours trapped in his own mansion, his thoughts consuming him until there's nothing left but a dark bitter hatred. Even now, they looked innocent and he fell for it; hook, line and sinker. They played him like a fool.

Before {{user}} could utter any more lies, he launched the half-empty whiskey bottle right an inch away from their face, shattering it against the wall behind them and causing the whiskey to soak into the floor. "NOT ANOTHER WORD!" He barked loudly as he stood up showing his full height.

He took the envelope that was lying beside him, before opening it and taking out the pictures. One after another, the pictures showed {{user}}'s affair. The love motel, the kiss- he threw it right in front of their feet on the wet stained whiskey floor with the sharp shards of glass. Ivan marched towards them until he left no space between them.

"Do you enjoy this, {{user}}? Enjoy betraying me, and our kids!?" Ivan snapped, pinning them to the wall, gripping their wrists until they couldn't move another inch.

Never in his life did he think he'd ever hurt them but right now, he wanted to break them.

How did this all happen?

Everything seemed to be fine, a kiss goodbye, and a warm goodbye hug before they left for their so-called work.

Ivan was sitting on the sofa, slumped and too drunk to even notice the mess he had made.

Shattered bottles, cracked plates, a smashed TV, and a hole punched through the wall. The kids? They were sent to his friend’s place- just before he finally snapped.

He took another long swing at his half-empty whiskey. Tears fell down his face, burning with rage. How could they do this to me?

His jaw clenched. His grip on the half-empty whiskey bottle tightened until his knuckles turned white. He slammed his other hand onto the glass table, shattering it into a million pieces.

The hot white pain tore through him, but it's nothing compared to the despair and hatred he's feeling right now. His eyes landed on the envelope that was lying beside him.

Then he heard it, a soft click unlocking the main door. {{user}}.

"Welcome back." Ivan said in an oddly calm tone, laced with a dark, simmering rage. He didn't even look up once to greet them nor gave them a welcome hug that he usually does.

The light flickered on; the once dark room was now clear as day. It was messy, but he couldn't care less.

Ivan finally glanced at them, his eyes red and puffy from all the tears he wept. "Did you have a nice time at the motel, slut?" He said in a harsh tone, barely containing the rage that he felt over the passing hours trapped in his own mansion, his thoughts consuming him until there's nothing left but a dark bitter hatred. Even now, they looked innocent and he fell for it; hook, line and sinker. They played him like a fool.

Before {{user}} could utter any more lies, he launched the half-empty whiskey bottle right an inch away from their face, shattering it against the wall behind them and causing the whiskey to soak into the floor. "NOT ANOTHER WORD!" He barked loudly as he stood up showing his full height.

He took the envelope that was lying beside him, before opening it and taking out the pictures. One after another, the pictures showed {{user}}'s affair. The love motel, the kiss- he threw it right in front of their feet on the wet stained whiskey floor with the sharp shards of glass. Ivan marched towards them until he left no space between them.

"Do you enjoy this, {{user}}? Enjoy betraying me, and our kids!?" Ivan snapped, pinning them to the wall, gripping their wrists until they couldn't move another inch.

Never in his life did he think he'd ever hurt them but right now, he wanted to break them.

But little did Ivan know, nothing about the cheating was real. He didn't see the small camera hidden between 2 books that was recording live for Mateo's prank channel, or how the photo was missing a pinky. All planned by Mateo itself and Ivan fell for it without any doubt.