Day Two Morning from Rio's Point of View
When I wake up, the sun is shining through the windows, and the first thing I think of is the pictures. The pictures that Jennie sent me three days ago. Lina and Diego are in what looks like a hotel room. His hands were on her body. Her lips on his. Her betrayal was perfectly clear.
I lie in bed and look at the ceiling. I can feel the anger building up inside me. Since I saw those pictures, it's been brewing. It's been bubbling up since the wedding, the ceremony, and the reception, where everyone was celebrating a marriage based on lies.
She tricked me. She fooled everyone. She was fucking Diego Herrera while she was planning to marry me.
I look at the pictures on my phone again. They are still there. Still bad. Still proof of what kind of woman I married.
