I took a lover too—Alex Delgado's closest friend.
The next morning, Alex was blocking my doorway.
Face dark. Hair a mess.
"I texted you last night. Why didn't you answer?"
I was carrying out the trash. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
That sentence lit him on fire. He lunged forward, grabbed my chin, and bit down hard on my lips.
Blood flooded my mouth.
I shoved him back.
"This is what you call loving me? Wanting to marry me?"
"You went back to the States and slept with someone else."
"And now you're standing at my door."
"You're disgusting."
I said it word by word, staring straight into his eyes.
The rage in them nearly combusted. He slammed his fist into the wall.
"Just wait." He spat the words and stormed off.
My heart was pounding out of my chest.
He didn't know that right now, Alex Gilbert was still lying naked in my bed.
I didn't take the threat seriously. Usually he'd just sleep with some other girl for a night to spite me.
I didn't expect this.
Soon after, Alex sent me a photo from the hospital.
My father was in the background, unconscious on the bed.
Then a video. In it, he pointed at the oxygen tank, smiling, asking what I thought would happen if he pulled it out.