"... I apologise that we could not live the life we promised each other, that our story could not stretch for infinity.
Every night you were equally in my head. Your scent never left my mind, and your love always in my heart.
If ever you doubt us, look to your side at our children. They are not a creation of politics or greed for money and power; they are a product of our love and the strongest proof of it.
After all, Mia Midaford would never allow herself to be used as a breeding ground."
When Mongraty came to the end of this paragraph, swallowing and clearing his throat, my eyes temporarily moved to the blonde Milf and then to the several blondes that surrounded her.
"If the love they had for each other didn't die out, then there's definitely a story here."
As Mongraty began speaking once more, the words on paper he read, directed at Lia Caster this time, I listened closely.
"... Torn and confused, meeting your kind was the last thing I expected.
