Treason.

5

I was, devastated, I collapse on the ground, crying.

Antonia, still mean:

Are you pregnant? Who? From this CEO you have flirted?

Me, between two sobs:

Angel: Yes ... he loves me ... or rather he loved me before you tell him ...

Antonia laughs:

Did he love you? This guy is a billionaire, he can have all the women he wants! Especially women like me.

I get up, furious:

Angel: Sorry, what did you just say Antonia? Are you serious?

Antonia: It's how you waited for my dear. This billionaire deserves a woman like me: beautiful, sexy, elegant, intelligent, cut with beautiful forms, a social woman .... not a s**t like you, a beast that does not even know how to read well.

Angel: Antonia, what's who takes you? Are you talking to me so?

Antonia: Yes, it is indeed to you that I speak of illness.

Angel: Enough! You have already spoiled my life.

Boris: Yes, your sister rightly. Come on, I never want to see you again. Luck that you did not contaminate me.

Angel: Let me at least keep my child!

Boris: You can keep your little bastard, but far from me. And I don't think this thing you wear in you is me.

Angel: Please Boris, have mercy on me, I love you and I know you love me too.

Boris: I loved you, but no more now.

Angel: I have nowhere to go. I swear that this child who grows up in you is yours. It's your son Boris. Sorry if I didn't tell you the state of my health. I'm really sorry for you to learn from someone else.

Boris: It's enough! Stop telling me lies. Get out of my little b***h life!

Antonia: She is not only a little b***h Boris, but she is also a small prostitute. Go a witch!