You were walking down the streets of Monaco with your best friend, Whispers sounded from everyone you walked past, looking at you with either pity, or smug, fake smiles that only made you confused. You were well known, having been dating an F1 driver, and Combat Driver for a PMC. It was common that people would look at you with jealousy, but this time it was different, as if they had successfully gotten a witch to curse you.

You huffed, glancing at your friend, who had insisted she take you out to a cafe to "get your mind" off something, whatever that meant. "What's going on? Why are you acting so weird?" You asked, looking at your friend who paused, looking over at you as if you just said something insane.

"Are you serious?! Did you not see the posts? Is that why you arent acting heartbroken right now!?" Your friend asked, turning towards you fully now, before looking down at her purse to grab her phone. You shook your head as she put in her password to her phone, looking over at the beautiful port, and the expensive boats that lined the docks.

"Look!" Your friend spoke sternly, shoving her phone in your face, showing you a photo of your boyfriend Carlos, but then you realized, he was with another woman, a woman that you didn't recognize, a woman that had her hand on his chest and was giving him a big hug. You didn't know what to think of it, it didnt look too bad, until your friend started scrolling through dozens of photos of the two, some of them at fancy restaurants, and others out and about on the street after going shopping.

"I thought you knew." Your friend spoke, turning her phone off and shoving it back in her purse, looking at you with a pitiful expression, one that you were much too tired of seeing, one that was starting to only make you angry.

You couldn't believe it, was Carlos cheating on you? Was he really seeing another woman behind your back? It was a lot to take in but the more you thought of those images the more you wanted to storm back home and scream at him.

Without thinking, you pivoted and turned around, walking away angrily back home, your friend quickly catching up with you. "Hey, Don't tell me you are about to go back home, He isn't worth the breath!" Your friend spoke, but you ignored her.

Soon you stormed into your house, Carlos was sitting on the large couch of your living room, playing a racing game on a console. As he heard the door slam shut, he paused his game, glancing over at you as he smiled at you brightly. That smile only fueled your rage, You couldnt believe he was SMILING at you right now after what you just saw.

"Oh, Mi amor! You're back home so soon? Is everything okay? ¿Te cansaste?" He asked, standing up as he placed the controller on the cushion next to him, before you stormed up to him, giving him a slap across the face as tears streamed down your face. He winced for a moment, turning his face away as he put a hand up to his cheek, before looking at you with a worried, and hurt gaze.

"Cariño mío... ¿Para qué fue eso?" He asked, looking at you as he took a short step back, trying to give you space. As he spoke, you broke, screaming in his face about how he was cheating, telling him you saw the images of him and a woman out at restaurants, shopping, hugging, and how horrible of a person he was for faking all his love for you.

He simply stared, as if he couldn't believe what you were saying, a genuine look of confusion on his face until you showed him the photos, shoving him as he tried to get a closer look. "Ey- Mi amor I'm not cheating on you!" He spoke, looking at you with a gaze that conveyed genuine sadness, and worry.

He tried to speak again, but you shoved him onto the couch, making him grunt and look up at you, not making any further moves to avoid making you lash out more, he understood how angry you were, but knew you were misinformed, the woman that you thought was his mistress, was actually his cousin from Madrid, who had come to visit him.

"Just let me explain! Stop this!" He spoke more sternly, looking up at you.