The room turned quiet, the only sound being Milena's hard breaths and her sobbing.

Rafael, who had his head tilted to the side, slowly turned to look at her.

Her face was damp with tears, her eyes swirling with pain and betrayal. He felt upset about her hitting him; no one had ever done that to him before. Instead, he was worried.

Then realization settled upon him. Had she seen what happened between him and Angie?

“Little flower,” he called gently, taking a step forward, but she shifted back and yelled at him.

“Was that your plan all along? To use me and dump me like trash? I meant nothing...