"Samantha"
After Heitor left, I lay in bed thinking. Maybe I should forgive him, and there would be nothing more symbolic than doing so at Cat and Alessandro's wedding.
My phone dinged on the nightstand. I picked it up and was shocked by what I saw. A message had arrived from a number I didn't recognize. When I opened it, it was a photo of Heitor clinging to that whore. He was wearing the same clothes I saw him leave our house in, so the photo was from today. I looked closely, and it was in the Social Club parking lot. Oh, how disgusting!
That jerk lied to me! I would kill him! How could he be so brazen? But you know what, I wasn't going to cry anymore. I was tired! I went to the kitchen and made some tea. Then I went back to bed and slept. The next day, I woke up early, got ready, grabbed my things, called a taxi, and went to Cat's house. And, of course, I turned off my phone! It wasn't long before Melissa's phone rang.
"What's up, whore?" Melissa answered; it was Heitor. "Yeah, she'