Amora’s POV
How could I—whose soul is already 40 years old—actually be acting like I’m 20 again—starting to sing and dance like I used to?
I chuckled softly, realizing my throat felt very dry.
Ah, damn! I forgot to bring a drink.
I stepped out of the room toward the kitchen. But suddenly, my gaze fell on the room at the end of the hallway.
Alvaro’s room. I don’t know why my feet were heading in that direction. And to make matters worse, when I stood in front of the door, I heard moaning coming from inside. That sound instantly reminded me of David and Lidia’s betrayal.
I flung the door open. And damn it, my hunch was right. Inside the room, I saw Alvaro holding a slender, naked woman in his lap.
Jealous? I’m not jealous at all! Let me emphasize again: I don’t love Alvaro.
But I rea
