In a clinic, a man arrived to visit a woman who had just given birth.

—Madam…

—Hello, what news do you have for me?

—The men we sent couldn’t fulfill the mission. Bastien, I don’t know how, intercepted and killed them, taking some as hostages.

—That damn bastard. I hate him. —Just then, a baby cried. The man approached the crib, looked at him tenderly, and picked him up to hand him to the woman—.

—Hi, baby, are you hungry? —The woman began to breastfeed him, stroking his brown hair. He looked just like his father, and that made her emotional—.

—My baby is his spitting image.

—What will we do now, ma’am?

—Wait. I must be strong for the next step. I want that bastard to writhe in pain, just as I did when I lost the love of my life.

—Ma’am, you have a child now. Don’t you think it would be better to let go? Bastien is a demon when it comes to his woman.

—So am I, believe me. And my revenge is already in motion. He won’t see it coming. —A sinister smile spread across her lips as she strok