“Aww, my head is hurting so much…” Lucettia complained while massaging her head.
I shook my head. “Look at you, complaining like you didn’t do anything that caused your headache. You drank more than ten cans of beer. What do you expect? You’ll wake up with a light heart and calm head?”
After a few seconds of sitting on her bed, she lied again. “Stop being sarcastic, Beatriz. It’s your husband’s fault. If only he’s not a jerk, I won’t drink that much.”
I rolled to her side and hugged her arm. “Correction, he’s my ex-husband now. We’re no longer married, right?”
She chuckled while eyeing the ceiling. “What a moron! He did his job thoroughly. He even staged an agreement so he can achieve his own goal. What a selfish jerk! I will curse him every day!”
I sat on the bed and brushed my hair
