Patrta’s POV
I watched her, blissfully oblivious, Rosa Castillo, my ‘friend’.
She was so naive. Always have been.
Presently, her eyes sparkled as she recounted the weekend like it was some fairytale that came to life. She didn’t know the truth —or maybe, it was my smile that always made her think she could trust me.
The ex that broke my heart?
It was effing Charles Baker. Not that we dated, really. But I liked him. Then I started calling him Charly. I fabricated ways for us to meet in college, and he fell for her instead. And now, she had taken another man I liked.
Alex Kane.
And the irony? She was spilling her happiness directly into my hands, like she was inviting me to rejoice with her, while all I felt was burning fury.
I pretended to smile, to listen, like I have done all
