I’m perpetually behind schedule, weighed down by worry because a close friend seems to be keeping something from me. To make matters worse, Sarah isn't offering any support; she simply adds to the burden I already carry.

Wild Boar’s constant refrain is a plea: “Don’t mention it to my wife.” As I face my final solitary evening, I find myself contemplating the complications he’s created.

Smeralda has moved in, while we attempt to resolve this Wild Boar business discreetly, so she doesn’t become aware of it. This is your final opportunity to acquire a bottle of Secco.

The assistance I offered Wild Boar hasn’t unfolded as I envisioned. Smeralda confided in me about the reasons for her flight, and it was then that I began to understand the true weight of suffering.

The unfolding of events in Moody’s domain mirrors any familiar prediction from a gambling website. Simultaneously, Smeralda returns to her former partner—a development equally unsurprising.

I’ve always maintained that a man requires a hidden refuge—and here we find ourselves within one. Support is arriving now. The moment of reckoning draws near.

This was meant to be our farewell, a last moment together—and yet, she asked me to mend her telephone. It’s almost beyond comprehension. If that weren’t enough, I fear Smeralda’s own brothers may prove even more troublesome.

The moment has arrived to confront Moody, with the fervent hope that this marks the close of a difficult chapter—and not our own ending. After eight installments, we may now pose the question: Which inflicts a more profound wound, a blade o…