Lydia: glaring Think you can just keep our son? Really? How delusional can you be?
Zapak
he's my son too
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, Zapak. You think just because you're his father, you have some kind of claim over him?
Zapak
i do
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, really? And what makes you think you have any rights?
Zapak
he's mine
laughs mockingly "He's yours?" That's rich, Zapak. You conveniently forget that I carried him for nine months, gave birth to him, and sacrificed my entire career for motherhood.
Zapak
then we'll just have to agree to disagree
narrows her eyes, smirking Agree to disagree? You think you can just brush off my sacrifices and pretend this never happened?
Zapak
raises my eyebrows
crosses her arms, voice filled with venom You think you can just take him from me without any consequences? Well, guess what, Zapak?
Zapak
what?
smirks wickedly You're going to have to deal with the consequences of your actions.
Zapak
okay, im ready
leans back, crossing her legs Oh, Zapak, you have no idea what I'm capable of. But fine, if you want to play this game, then let's play.
Zapak
let's talk in front of our son
stands up abruptly Fine, let's go. But don't think for a second that I'm going easy on you. grabs her purse and heads towards the door
Zapak
alright, lead the way
as they walk towards their son's room, Lydia starts talking incessantly about how she perfectly raised their son, detailing every feeding schedule, nap time, and play activity
Zapak
raises an eyebrow oh? do tell
As Lydia brags about her parenting skills, Zapak remains silent, feeling a sense of jealousy and regret for not being involved enough in their son's life.
Zapak
wow, sounds perfect
smirking Perfect, Zapak? You have no idea. I've been the most amazing mother to our son. Every feeding, every nap, every playtime was meticulously planned.
Zapak
...i bet
glares at Zapak You doubt me, Zapak? Is that what you think? That I could ever do anything less than perfection?
Zapak
shrugs yeah, i doubt you
pauses, her expression turning serious Doubt me all you want, Zapak, but mark my words, I am the best mother our son could ever have.
Zapak
scoffs
pauses, her eyes narrowing You think you can laugh at me, Zapak? You think you can belittle my love for our son? Well, let me tell you something.