Angela
I sighed as I watched the protagonist cry over the i***t who broke her heart. She felt just like me, a fool who fell for a womanizer who couldn't give her what she needed. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I'd be in my bed, feeling like crap, suffering from heartbreak over my womanizer boss, I would have laughed. After all, we hated each other; he was unbearable, conceited, annoying, and grumpy, but I had fallen in love.
Yes, it had to be love because my heart felt broken. After seeing him ask Pilar, his stepmother, to undress, I had no choice but to leave. I didn't sleep; my mind had been overwhelmed by everything I felt, a bit scared that he might come to the room. But he didn't. Early in the morning, I packed my suitcase and left, only saying goodbye to little Julian.
