Gazing at Sofia in her stunning wedding dress, the guilt on my chest from yesterday weighed even more heavily.
I was supposed to have put an end to the inappropriateness that has been going on between Antonio and me a long time ago, but I didn’t, and I hated myself for that.
When he called me a hypocrite, I wanted to be mad at him for calling me that, but I didn’t even have the right to be, because he was damn right. I was a hypocrite. Even worse, I was disgusting. When I caught him cheating, I didn’t even think of my sister. I only thought of myself, how insanely jealous I was, and how desperately I wished I was the one doing that to him. I disgust myself!
I was never supposed to fall for him; I was never supposed to crave his touch; his mere captivating eyes weren’t supposed to do the
