Naomi: Ivan, I just want you to love me! I feel so alone!
Naomi: Ever since Samuel died, I've had nobody! You're all I have left, Ivan!
My stomach clenched as I read the messages on Ivan's phone. Naomi had gone after Ivan too. She had no shame whatsoever.
He hadn't even replied, yet Naomi sent him good-morning messages every single day, as if sending enough messages could somehow make him want her.
It was beyond pathetic.
Mixed in with all the fake grief and desperate flirting were several photos she had sent while pretending to be sick. In each one, she posed in skimpy clothes, exposing just enough skin to make her intentions impossible to miss.
Thiago stared at the screen without moving. His fingers tightened around the phone. His face went rigid, and his lips turned pale.
For sev
