ESTEFANIA
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Truly, these past four years had screwed this man over. Since I met him, I had never seen him in such poor health, and on top of that, his hands were bandaged, from who knows what had happened to him.
I glared at him, although the first thing that came to my mind is that he was a pervert. “It’s not like you hadn’t seen his package, Fanny,” that little voice in my head said, the one I tried not to listen to, that little devil that could wreak havoc with your life. “Don’t do it, choose the path of righteousness, you’re no longer together,” My little angel said.
I let out a breath and turned around to leave.
“Fanny, please,” I heard his pleading voice behind me. I felt my heart racing from nerves. I didn’t want him to know, nor did I want
