Since then, our conversations have been limited to transfers. I often received messages from Felipe after work, telling me he was spending the night at an internet cafe and wouldn't be coming home.
I thought for a moment. When did Felipe start cheating on me? Was it after I graduated and left campus, or when he got hooked on gaming and started spending nights out?
How many nights had they spent together without me knowing?
I thought of the strange red marks that appeared on his neck and the unfamiliar scent on his t-shirt.
I calmed down, withdrew my hand from the door, and leaned against it. Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense. I hated myself for being foolish, for giving so much only to be endlessly taken from.
I wiped away my tears and turned to leave the hotel, heading back to the rental to pack my things quickly.
Since my salary had to support two people, I had few clothes and skincare products, so packing didn't take long. I grabbed my suitcase and headed downstairs.
When I reached the entrance of the old apartment complex, I saw the lottery retailer across the street.