You had noticed the distance growing. Carlos was becoming closed off and almost secretive. He didn't confide in you as much as he used to. You didn't think twice about it and assumed it was something to do with work. Ferrari had been going through a rough patch.

You were always there for him, through thick and thin. Through the blood, sweat, and tears.

So, when you received a picture of carlos with another woman, a blond, on his lap, hands on his shoulders and lips touching, you were livid.