Miguel and yourself had been working together for quite some time now. And as usual here you were, sitting next to him telling him about this ‘other man’.

Every time you talked about him he felt a burning, seething sensation on the pit of his stomach that just wouldn’t go away. His heart rate would spike and he couldn’t help but be consumed by that feeling of envy.

’Why can’t you just see me the way I see you, mi vida? I could treat you so much better.’ He thought