Disclaimer: I own nothing, as usual. And science so far is agreeing with what Emma says about chocolate.

Maybe all these sex scenes in the last chapters are because I'm feeling sorry about leaving you guys for so long. Also, since most Spamano stories have Antonio being seme, I wanted to add some mix to it. I promised myself and a friend I would write a sex scene between them where Lovi tops. So, more sex! And then more heartbreak. We get to finally hear from Emma.

I've been waiting and waiting to use this song! I've had the Jolene chapter planned since the beginning. Come on, this is the perfect song for this chapter!

Fuck count: 81.

Translations

Yo = I (Spanish)

Tais-toi = Shut up (French)

Chapter 21

He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene
And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene (Dolly Parton) 1973

Blondie had been gone for the week and today was the last day she was gone. So, I went over Antonio's place. We were on his bed and I was giving him one hell of a handjob. (We were sort of celebrating the fact that I didn't have a fucking cast on! So of course I give him a handjob even after the doctor said don't work it too much. Fuck the doctor, it's been a month since I had the fucking thing off and this was the first time I got to see him... fuck you work. Fuck you… Also Antonio had been going around the country to advertise his new album.) Antonio's bed was a mess. I had personally made sure I didn't have any pictures of Blondie looking at me while I fucked her husband. Well not literally. I was keeping to my promise of no anal until he was divorced. But here's the problem (not really) with that, there's so many other ways to have sex.

Anyway, so, I was on top of him, manually stimulating him. Then my hand started to get tired so I moved up. He was already naked under me. His chest heaving. His skin sweaty. His eyes hazily looking at me. His sly smile was making me hot. Fuck, he was hot. I kissed him and he heated it up quickly. He grabbed my head and stuck his tongue deep in my throat. I moaned. After what seemed like forever, he let me go to breathe. I quickly took off my shirt. His hands explored my chest. We were both breathing heavily. God, I fucking hated that cast.

After getting my pants out of the way (unlike him, I took the underwear off too), I attacked his mouth again. Sweet tomato tasting mouth (he had been eating a tomato toast when I arrived). I bucked my hips into his hips. He gasped. I gasped. Yeah, frot was the method of sex I chose that day. Technically that's going all the way… shut up Lovino and enjoy the moment. Anyway, all things considered, I fucked him. I was the one on top, humping the living shit out of him. He was the one with nothing to do but let me pleasure him… okay he playing with my nipples… he liked doing that. Not that I'm complaining, I loved it.

I kissed him and kissed him again. I loved his tongue and how it rolled. I would have to remind him of that during oral. We couldn't kiss for long because we both were breathing heavily. I saw his chest going up and down more rapidly. He was getting a little louder when he said my name. So, I went faster. I was on my elbows. His hips tried to buck up but I in control and I was going too fast and hard. He even tried to grab both our erections so I was fucking his hand but there was not enough space between our hips, so he just put his hand on my ass and rubbed it. His other hand had now found his way on my back, digging in. Fuck I missed sex. Fuck I missed having another person cause that familiar sensation in my lower half. The buildup. Oh fuck, the buildup. Then causing that same sensation for someone else. Fuck, it made it better.

Antonio was the first one to release. I followed a minute later. I had collapsed on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. The rhythm was fast. I was going up and down with his chest. I made sure to match out breathing. I laughed and smiled. What I told Feli was true. I was happy with Antonio. Happier then I had ever been.

After five minutes, I got up. I took some towel Antonio must have forgotten to put away and wiped the cum off of us.

I took a good look at his room. It was technically the first time I was in it. I had only a quick look during the video and when I was finding all the pictures of Blondie. It was a dark enough room. The walls were painted dark blue. The popcorn ceiling was white. The furniture was dark oak. The bed was a king-size. The bed frame matched the drawers and the picture frames. It was large and had a solid back. The blankets were dark blue (almost the same colour as the walls). The pillows (and I mean many pillows) were white. There were two lamps on either side of the bed. They were large enough for reading lamps and they were white. White and dark blue was the theme Blondie had chosen. There was a beautiful view of the ocean just outside the window. Antonio had closed the blinds but I remember that view. People would kill for a view like that.

Antonio kissed me and I kissed him back. I was still worried about the things Feli and I talked about. But we just had sex at his house. That had to mean something. It just had too.

We checked our phones. Antonio was checking his tweets. I was checking my texts. Feli had texted me a photo of Luise. I didn't care. Sandro told me he that he was never using Vash's services again (that makes Vash sounds like a prostitute). But he still wanted to find a way to spend time with the sister. I told him to stay the fuck away. Feliks wanted to go shopping after filming in a couple of days. I told him yes. I needed something better to wear at the Emmys. Elizaveta sent me a video link. I wasn't going to watch that. I had to send Hera a text telling her that I couldn't control my grandfather.

"Look at what Fran made," Antonio said showing me his phone. We all know that Françoise tweets were always about food and new recipes she was trying. This one was beautiful but she said she didn't like the taste but Arthur loved it. That was her subtle way of saying that only people without taste would like it. Wait? Since when were she and Arthur back together? Wasn't he still in England with his band? Did that mean Gilbert was back too? Fuck him. He better not come over to see Antonio. I would kill him.

"That's nice caro mio," I told him and went back to my text. "Hey you want to help me… never mind."

"Help you with what?" I got Antonio's interest. "Is it something about the Emmys this Sunday? You'll win, you know that."

I rolled my eyes. "I was actually going to ask you to help with my lines but then I remembered that you might tell someone what happens."

Antonio looked like a little kid when I told him that. A very naked kid with an amazing chest. I sound like a pedophile now. Fuck.

"I'll help you."

"Never mind."

"I want to know! This is the season premier right?" Antonio guessed. No it wasn't we were filming the second episode. "I need to know what happened to Feliks's character. Is he dead? Is he alive?"

"Read the books," I told him.

He then gave me puppy dog eyes. Oh fuck. I lost. Damn you Puss in Boots eyes.

"Do not tell anyone what is in this script." He nodded. "And, we use improve and they use editing, the episode will not be exactly the same." He nodded again.

"Oh, first, we have to get dress," he told me.

"Why?"

"Emma will be here later tonight. Around nine."

My heart dropped. We were doing so well. We had sex and then went to our phones, like a normal couple. My head started filling up with these different thoughts. Was this how he and Emma did it? They had sex and then talked. Was that how it went before he met me? Was that how it was now? Was he still having sex with Emma? I doubted the last one with how she acted around him. But they were all still good questions. Feli's voice came back in my mind. I looked up to where the pictures were. They had looked so happy in those photos. I saw their wedding photo. A twenty year old Antonio. He didn't look all that different, actually he looked the same. He even had the same haircut! He was handsome in his tuxedo. Blondie was beautiful in her dress. Her hair was longer and done up. Her dress was fabulous, for the price she must have paid. It looked better than some celebrity wedding dresses. He was kissing her cheek in the photo. She had a huge smile and he was smiling. Fuck. What if he wanted that back? What if she could give him that again? What if I could never give him that?

"I thought you told me she was gone today," I told him getting out of bed.

"She was." Dumbass.

"Whatever."

"Corazoncito? Is something wrong?" DUH! You don't mention your wife with your mistress… I mean master. Fuck master was awesome. Fuck I'm sounding like Gilbert! Okay. That was weird. Memo to self, never use the word awesome when describing myself. I'm going to forget that.

I threw him his underwear. "Get dress and we'll practice in the living room."

This was the perfect time to change into Mario Moretti. For Antonio's sake, he better hope I wasn't still in a Mario Moretti mood when Blondie got home. I had kissing scenes in this script… Yeah, we kissed during those scenes while practicing. It was sure as hell better then kissing Elizaveta. So much better.

We were half way through the script when Blondie arrived… early. It was five. It was fucking five.

She had arrived alone and screamed, "Hello mein lief." She was still using that nickname. He just said hello.

She looked pretty. She had a haircut and her hair was back to its shoulder length um… length. She didn't have a bow in it. It was simply long. She was a beautiful girl. I felt sorry for her. Especially when she looked all excited to see me. She hugged me and kissed both my cheeks. She told me to stay because she was going to make me real Belgian hot chocolate. (She was still upset about the whole Swiss chocolate thing.)

"Do you want to stop?" Antonio asked me. I nodded and hid the script away from Blondie. We were so lucky she didn't walk in on one of the kissing scenes. Or unlucky... no lucky. The axe was close to the door and she would have been the first one to it. I didn't want to get chopped up into little pieces. I really needed to get that thing out of this house.

Blondie came back with the hot chocolate. She had made three cups. I still didn't get what was the difference between the tastes. But I told her it was better. She smiled like she knew that all along.

Antonio didn't drink his hot chocolate. Instead he was playing with it. (There was a cookie out and he was dipping that in and out of the drink.) Yeah, this should have been awkward for him. It was fucking awkward on my part too.

"My parents are doing great. And Raph has this new girlfriend," she explained. "You've met my little brother right?" I nodded. Back when I was in the friendzone... wow that felt like a lifetime ago. "His girlfriend works for the groomers. That's where they meant. Andries was pissed that Raph would spend such money on a dog groomer." He was a cheap asshole if I remember correctly. "Okay, I think I should bring my stuff to our room." She tried to kiss Antonio but he moved away. For the first time I saw it. She was faking all this happiness. She smiled to put on a show for everyone else. I knew that smile very well.

She went to the room. Feeling sorry for her, I helped her with her bags. I put the bags on the bed. The bed I fucked her husband on. Fuck, I regretted bringing the bags.

"Antonio is so messy," she said picking up his clothes and throwing it in the basket. "Oh, why are the pictures down?"

I froze. Antonio had meant us with her other bags.

"Earthquake," he said quickly.

"Oh, I didn't hear about an earthquake on the news," she explained setting up the pictures. She was holding a picture of her and her brothers in Amsterdam.

"They happen all the time here," Antonio explained. He was getting better at lying… though that wasn't technically a lie. They really do happen all the time. You get use too them. Yeah, you get fucking use too earthquakes. "They don't report every one of them."

Blondie sighed sadly and then put up a picture of her and Antonio in their first house. "I guess."

I heard a buzz and Antonio picked up his phone. "Gilbert… ay … I have to go." WHAT! "Gilbert and Matthias got themselves arrested. Fran wants me to help bail him out." Let me guess, drunk driving. Those fuckers!

"Oh my. For what?" Blondie said.

"They were high while driving," he explained. Fuck! What the fuck! They were fucking high! I was going to kill them.

Blondie laughed. Yeah, laughed. "Did they hit anyone?"

"No, no one is hurt… expect Matthias when Lucia is done with him."

"Go help Françoise," she told him.

He nodded and looked at both of us. "Hasta luega." He looked at both of us again. Then he looked like that nervous kid trying to exit the stage after a terrible routine for a talent show.

Hold on a fucking minute… I was fucking alone with Blondie! Gilbert and Matthias better have been arrested and this wasn't a huge lie Antonio told us to get out of here. I will personally kill him. I don't care what the tabloids will say. Okay, I care a little.

"Well…" I needed to get out of there.

"Please stay," Blondie told me before I could leave. "I can't… I can't be alone." Oh fuck, I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. She kept the wedding photo the way it was. "There was no earthquake, I know. Please tell me the ttttttt... truth. Did he have another woman here?"

Oh fuck. "No," I said, not lying. Last time I check, which was not too long ago on that bed, I was a man.

"He hasn't been sleeping with other women? Not Françoise, not Lizzie, there's no other women?" She was playing with her wedding ring.

"He would never sleep with Françoise or Lizzie. I promise you that," I told her. I knew Elizaveta enough to know she would never do that too a friend. Françoise maybe be a slut but Antonio was like her brother. She was actually closer to him then her real brother and sister.

"I miss him," she cried. Oh fuck. "I miss him so much." She came to me and cried in my arms. I had no other choice but hug her. She was so small and so sad. Oh fuck.

After the longest and most awkward (yeah, my life was just getting more and more awkward by the hour) ten minutes of my life, she got up. She wiped her tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't bother you with my problems. But… I'm so sorry. It hurts." She said on her bed. "I love him, I still love him so much. We've had ups and downs, like any relationship but we've never had this low of a low. We've been seeing a marriage therapist." I didn't know about that. Antonio didn't tell me that. "I should rather say I've been seeing a therapist. He misses more appointments then he attends." How much you want to bet he was spending that time with me. "And when he's there, he's not. He just nods and says what I want him say. I don't know if he's paying attention." She shook her head. "When my brother put that video up, I thought our life was going to be better. But, it's worst. I remember the days we would talk until late at night. I remember the days we were barely making rent. The nights the heater would break and we would have to stay close together. The nights we talked about children. I see your brother and sister-in-law," Luise wasn't my sister-in-law, she and Feli were not married, "And I remember when Antonio and I were like that. I'm trying so hard to keep this marriage from crumbling. I'm getting desperate. Last year, we were so happy and excited for his new record deal. How he was climbing the pop charts. He would kiss me every time we got news. It was all so exciting. We were happy together. We were so happy together. And then we were not. It just happened. I don't even know when." I know when. "But he stopped sleeping with me. I should have known something was wrong when he stopped. But it's not the sex I miss. Too tell you the truth, I convinced him to have sex with me last month but it wasn't the same." Wow, I didn't know that. "He was there just like the therapy. He's physically there but that was the only part of him that was. I don't even miss the sex. I don't care about it. I care about being with him." She started crying again. "I want my mein lief back."

There was a moment when neither one of us talked. She just sat there crying.

"I'll make you some hot chocolate," I told her finally. Maybe that will get her to stop crying. And me from feeling guilty.

She cried the way there. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

I made her the hot chocolate and since whatever an Italian touches (in the food and drink department) is gold, it made her stop crying. That was good. I couldn't see her cry. It was heart breaking. Not just because I was the one tearing apart this marriage and making her so miserable. It was because she was so small and so broken. I saw what I had done to her. I would have never thought when I saw Antonio at Michelle's party that this would happen. I would have never dreamed that Antonio would love me back. I would have never thought he would do this to Emma. I would have never thought I would do this to her.

She took a drink of her hot chocolate. "You know chocolate is supposed to make you happier. But it's only dark chocolate that does. Once you add milk, it's only a placebo effect." I nodded. "I don't think the placebo is working today." I nodded guiltily. "Antonio used to be this happy guy. He was always happy. He could have a bad day and he would still come home happy. But now, he smiles less." He smiles plenty with me. "When he came home he usually would come and kiss me. It didn't matter what I was doing. One day I was sick in bed and he still came to kiss me. He got sick too," she laughed bitterly. That sounds like Antonio. "I was so happy. I was young, happy and in love. I wish I could tell this other person in his life to leave." He got it loud and clear. "I still love him. Why do I still love him? He cheated on me. That should be a red flag." Yeah. It had been for Nonno's relationships. "He wasn't kissing me when he came back home. He wasn't buying me flowers like he used to. He told me… he promised me that he wouldn't cheat on me again." He broke that promise. "I wish I could beg her to leave and let us be happy again. God, I feel like Viviane Cash." Um… she does know that Johnny Cash left Viviane for June Carter? Right? "Husband, out on the road, sleeping with other women. Is this what Hollywood does to people?"

"My brother hasn't cheated on Luise and they've been together for years," I told her. Okay, yes that was sweet.

"Your parents?"

"Babbo had an affair with a secretary. He doesn't think I know. Mamma had an affair with a director, two actually. But they worked it out. They always do," I told her.

"Do they still love each other?"

"Yes."

"Antonio has to still love me." That cut like a knife because I felt like it was true. He didn't divorce her yet. "He just has too. I still love him." You've said that many times. "I can't let this marriage fail. I just can't. We have to work through this. I won't take no for an answer."

"He will probably get tired of his Jolene," I told her. Yeah, I fucking felt like the slut Dolly Parton sang about in her song. Emma was so begging me to not take Antonio away from her. He was her everything…. I also felt like what I said was true. I've been telling you that I'm an asshole. I'm not a good person. I'm no good. He has to grow tired of me. He can't stay in love with me. I wasn't worth it. I was nothing if not a fake.

"Why don't I want him to leave, after everything in the last few months?" She asked. Probably rhetorical. I fucking hope it was rhetorical. "I'm going crazy. I shouldn't be fighting this hard when he isn't fighting at all. He cheated on me! I know he feels guilty about it. That's why he can't touch me. He doesn't give me nicknames. He doesn't kiss me or buy me flowers. He cheated! He's the cheater and I'm fighting for him to stay!"

"He's not perfect," I told her. "Maybe if you two div…"

"I can't," she admitted. "I can't when there's still hope that we can get through this. Like your parents, we can get through this." Oh fuck, I shouldn't have told her that story.

There was a moment of silence. She took a drink of her hot chocolate.

"You think he'll stay if I give him a child?" she said all of sudden.

"Probably out of guilt," I answered her honestly. It hurt. Oh did it fucking hurt. "But do you really want to bring a child into the world during a marriage crisis?"

"The therapist said the same thing," she explained. "But… I'm so desperate." We sat there in silence. "Thank you for listening." I nodded. I listened, even if it hurt. "Can you tell Antonio I'll be here, waiting for him?" Oh fuck.

I nodded. I left the fuck out of there. I needed to get the fuck out of there.

I want to tell I went back to my penthouse and cried myself to sleep. No, I went to Gilbert's place.

Gilbert lived in this somewhat nice place. It was a house, well mansion. He was Matthias's neighbour. I saw that Tiina, Silvia and Emil were in Matthias's driveway. I would not want to trade places with Matthias that night. Anyway, Gilbert's place was bigger than my penthouse. There were six bedrooms, four and half baths, a large kitchen, a bowling alley, a theatre and a recording studio. Oh yeah, I forgot the heated in ground swimming pool. Yeah, he had a fucking nice house.

In Gilbert's driveway, I saw Luise's car. Which meant Feli was here. Oh fuck. There were also Françoise's and Antonio's cars there. Great, there were people to see me beg Antonio to spend a night with his wife.

I knocked on the door.

Waiting there, I was getting angrier and angrier. Why didn't he tell me about these things? A marriage therapist! A fucking therapist!

Arthur answered the door. He looked annoyed. Well, he was going to get more annoyed soon.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing here? And why are you so fucking mad?" I pushed him out of the way.

"Where the fuck is he?" I yelled.

"Begging Maddy to take him back on the phone," Arthur answered.

I turned to him fuming. "Not that fuckface. Antonio. Where the fuck is he?"

"In the kitchen."

I stormed into the kitchen. Luise was sitting at the table shaking her head. Feli was patting her back. He quickly looked up when he saw me. He looked worried. Françoise was cooking and Antonio was helping her. He was cutting up onions.

"Lo siento," I heard a very familiar Spanish voice yelled. He kept his knife in his hand. He was smarter than he looks at times. I saw him and I got angrier.

"You know what you just fucking did?"

Françoise quickly turned off her strove and took Antonio's knife. "Let's get you two away from knives." She pushed Antonio

"Asshole, you know what the fuck you just did?"

"Lo siento Lovi but Gilbert needed me…"

"I don't give a fuck about Gilbert! He is in perfect hands with Luise here. That fucker does not need you! You know who needs you?"

"You?" he said looking for the right answer.

"No, your wife. Remember her? The woman you left me with!"

"Let's get you two even father from the knives," Françoise said pushing us near the kitchen table where Luise and Feli were sitting. Arthur had joined them. He looked like he was watching a soccer game or something. Luise looked confused (a rare look on her, I know) and Feli looked like he was going to kill something (a rare look on him, I know).

"Lo siento Lovi but…"

"I don't give a fuck about your buts asshole!"

"I'll get the papers tomorrow, I promise," he begged.

"You're fucking promises mean nothing! You promised her that you wouldn't cheat on her again! We both know you broke that one." I stopped yelling. I was now telling him these things angrily and grinding my teeth.

"But…"

"Shut up and listen asshole." His lips disappeared while he looked at me. "You want to know what happened the moment you left. She started crying." I saw the hurt in his eyes right there. "She started talking about how much she still loves you and how much she misses you." He hung his head low. "And how much you are torturing her, you cheating asshole. She cried in my arms. She cried in my fucking arms! She is begging you to love her again."

"But I don't love her anymore!" he yelled. "I haven't for a while," he said quietly. He looked like a puppy getting punished.

"I walked in on the wrong moment," this stupid fucker said walking in. Oh God Gilbert, one of these days I'm going to fucking kill you. Or have a party when you kill yourself doing something stupid.

"Shit," I said. I basically told Luise that I was having an affair with Antonio. Well, I didn't say it. But she could probably guess. Feli had been begging me to tell Luise but I couldn't. I'm surprised he did not.

I huffed and sat in the chair. I looked at the window angrily. Antonio went to touch me.

"I will cut you," Feli said. Where the fuck did he get the knife? Was that a butcher knife? "Touch Lovi and I will hurt you." His eyes looked dead serious. I had never seen him this serious. Or scary. Oh fuck, whichever boy came home with Monika should be terrified of him. Not Luise but my sweet little brother. Oh fuck.

"Feliciano!" Luise yelled. She must have been as shocked as me.

"Yo… yo…yo," Antonio was starting to talk in Spanish.

"What the fuck did Herr awesome miss?"

"Sit down and shut up," I heard Arthur. "We'll explain later."

"Feli, put that down," I told him. I took the knife and gave it to Françoise. She hurried up and put it in the kitchen. "Now you," I turned to Antonio. "Here you go," I gave him the condom I kept in my wallet… of course it was the wallet he gave me for my birthday. Antonio looked very, very, very confused. The most confused I've seen him. "I promised your wife that I will tell you that she's there waiting for you. And unlike you, I keep my promises. Now, I would not trust any condoms at your house. Emma probably poked holes in them, considering how much she thinks a baby will keep you from leaving her."

"But I don't want to go."

"I don't give a fuck what you want right now," I told him. "Now she's deserves some fucking happiness because you're making her miserable. She's a nice girl…"

"I know but…"

"No, you do not talk," I said shutting his mouth with my fingers.

"Now after that, you'll have to convince her that there's no chance that you will work out. If what you said before Gilbert came in was true."

"If he's having sex with her doesn't that give her hope?" a very British voice asked.

"Tais-toi, Arthur," Françoise said.

"Yeah, fuck off," I told him. "Capsice Antonio?" He nodded. "Get out of here."

"But…"

"Do it for me," I told him softly. "And you better be amazing!" I yelled as I pushed him out. "She needs it," I said under my breath. I was a fucking home wrecking asshole.

I turned to the kitchen and slammed my head on the table. "Fuck my life."

"You're not the one who was arrested tonight," Gilbert said. I wished I kept Feli's knife so I could stab him with it. "Or have your girlfriend refuse to answer your phone calls."

"Bloody hell narcissist," guess who said that. "You're not the one who was almost killed." Well technically I think he was almost killed when either him or Matthias drove into that pole. "I thought one of you were going to kill Antonio."

"I would have," I swore I heard Feliciano say. Seriously, whoever you are future boyfriend of Monika Vargas, you need to be terrified of her father, not her mother but her father. Who would have thought? "Oh fratello!" How could Feliciano change personalities so fucking quickly? One second he was ready to kill the man I love and the next he was hugging and coddling me. "I'm sorry."

"What's the fuck happening and when did this become the Romano show? Since when has he been here anyway?" Shut the fuck up Gilbert.

"Antonio left Lovino with Emma so he could come help you," Françoise explained.

"And that matters why?"

"Because I'm sleeping with him," I admitted. "Say hello to that little brunet you asked about back in Vancouver."

"Fuck," Gilbert said surprised. "Antonio's gay?"

"Bisexual," Françoise told him.

There was a moment of silence.

"What does he see in you?" Gilbert asked. Asshole.

"I have no fucking idea," I admitted. Sad. So very sad.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Luise asked.

I groaned. Why does everyone ask me that fucking question? "Apparently not because I'm a fucking mess." I admitted out loud for the first time. "I just had to spend two hours trying to make Antonio's wife feel better. I had to hear her cry and beg for Antonio back. I had to hear her complain that she still loves him. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I'm making her life hell. What kind of person does that? What kind of person destroys another person's happiness? I'm a selfish asshole… Why the fuck do I love that bastard?" I started crying. "I'm not good enough to be the person to destroy their happiness. I'm not worth it." Yeah, mental break down alert… fifth time that year. Basically this is the story of how Antonio made me get a mental break down after a mental break down after another mental break down.

"Lovi," Feli said heartbroken. He hugged me harder. It was my turn to make it awkward for everyone else. HA!

Françoise hugged me too. That was fucked up.

"You do know that this is Antonio's fault," Arthur explained. "He's the one making her miserable."

"Arthur!"

"I'm stating the obvious Fran."

It's not his fault. Antonio was perfect. It's all mine. I ruined her happiness and any chance she had at it. I'm the demon home wrecker.

"You're sleeping over our house tonight," Feli told me. I didn't do anything but follow him.