The Ultimatum

DARIO

I ground my teeth.

“That was romantic, by the way,” he added with a smirk. “Who takes their mistress on a vacation like that? The pictures… you looked like a couple in love. Engaged. Married, even... Beautiful.”

He laughed. I didn’t.

“I cried a little,” he said, with that damn grin. “Not for my sister...nah, she made her bed. But for myself, because I realized you’d been lying to everyone.”