Javier’s Point of view.
I sat down in my office recalling the conversation I had on Saturday with Jasmine. Why did I even care who she was with?
“You think I w***e around? You know why you are alone?” She questioned me.
“Because you are f*****g arrogant. Because you don’t f*****g care about anyone other than yourself”. She continued without giving me time to answer back,
“I am not a w***e Javier. Even though this is a loveless marriage and we are strangers. I can never stoop so low.” She added, tears falling from her eyes.
I tapped my pen on the document that was on my desk. I sighed heavily as I shook my head.
I picked up the phone and called Miguel. I needed to make sure I cleared my mind.
“Hello?” He picked up, sounding like he was panting.
“Can you come to my office?” I asked
