MIGUEL
The moment I stepped into the house, I felt it…her presence, her eyes. Catalina.
She’d seen me with Isabella.
Somehow, it was what I wanted.
I knew I shouldn’t have brought Isabella here. I didn’t even like the way she talked…too polished…too artificial and fake. But I needed a distraction, something… to remind me of who I was before Catalina started crawling under my skin.
Andrés had asked me if I was sure of what I was doing. ‘'It’s for her own good,’ I had said.
Is it?
I tried to focus on Isabella, on the words coming out of her mouth, but I didn’t hear a damn thing. My mind kept going back to Catalina’s face… what it looked like when she saw me walking in with another woman.
Was she hurt?
Good.
She should be.
Right?
Then why did I feel like I just slammed my own damn
