Chapter 78: Matt, Suicide!

"So baby Rollie was never my son. All this years, the happy moment that we shared together, still Brie never loved me. Why did she not just tell me from the beginning that she wanted Stefano Scaloni all along, why did she decide to ruin my whole life believing that I had a family with her?! " Under the dark shade of a broad palm tree, there was Matt all moist with tears over his face to his neck.

From the collar of his cloth downward were all wet.

For hours he could not stand from there, resembling someone who is in a vegetative state. Only his mouth and face were moving, talking and crying at the same time.

His heart was soo heavy to the extent that it overruled the subjugation of his stomach. He did not even remember that for a full day not even a single fly has passed by his mouth.

On his right, was a rope and on his left side was his father's favorite pistol as a cop. One of this he was going to use to end all of his unbearable misery once of all.

The sound of Brie screams on