Leandro’s P.O.V.

“Daya—nara. Yeah, it was a certain Dayanara. Dayanara Clariz, to be exact—” Steve intoxicatedly confirmed before he finally slept in front of me. I wanted him to spill the beans, but I didn’t know that he would drop a grenade instead.

Wait, what! Did I hear it right? Did he really say Diane’s real name? Was it clearly Dayanara Clariz or my ears were just fooling me?

“Bro, wake up! Damn it, hey!” I almost pleaded. I tried to slap Steve’s face hard enough to wake him up, but he was really drunk. If only I could punch his face here, I would have done that. But I...