That name. Richa. Whenever the relationship between him and Anna was on the rocks, that name always came up. Richa, the childhood sweetheart who had always been Pedro's number one.
Anna was silent, her heart torn apart. "Pedro, your relationship with Richa is very close. You two have always been more important than anyone else, including me. I understand. I just want to leave. And you two, can be free to start a relationship again."
Pedro tried to reassure Anna. "You're too jealous, Anna. Richa is just an old friend. This has nothing to do with us!"
"Your relationship with Richa has always been more important. Every time he needs you, you'll leave me. Not just last night, but every other time, you would run to her if she needed you." Anna held back the tears that were about to fall. "I'm tired, Pedro. I'm tired of being hurt."
Pedro was about to take Anna's hand, but suddenly his cell phone rang. Richa's name appeared on the screen. Pedro stopped, stiffened, and turned around. Without a word, he quickly got into the car and asked the driver to leave. Past Anna, who was alone.