Mateo.
Because there is no doorbell, I knock. Nobody responds.
“My king, can you hear what I am hearing?” he inquires. “I can hear a woman moan.”
“What in the hell are you thinking, Josh?” I yell at him. “What the f**k is going on in your head? I won’t let you think negatively of my queen.”
“But, king, we both hear the sound, and you know what it means,” he says with a bow.
“You mean my mate is f*****g with another male inside her room?” I inquire. “Is that what you are trying to say?”
I’m not sure why I keep denying it when I know what he’s saying is true. My heart is shattered. It feels like someone is stabbing me in the heart. Why have I come here to see this? Why? This is too much for me to bear. After searching and hunting for her for years, this is what I see. I’m filled with w
