She turned to me again, eyes blazing. "Did you see? I know how to love! I can pick anyone at random and love them with all I have! Don't you get it yet?"
...
Red and blue police lights flashed against our faces.
I pushed her toward Natalia, brushing at my shoulder where she'd touched me. My damn obsession with cleanliness was acting up again.
"The police are here. Go give your statement. His medical bills—I'll cover them."
Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Diego, I'll beg this once—let's let each other go."
I didn't answer.
Actually, I had already let her go, two years ago.
At the station, they separated us into two interrogation rooms.
After finishing my statement, I sat silently, listening to the muffled voices from the next room.
"Sis, you can fool others, but not me. This is just another trick, isn't it? You know he'll never marry you, so you chose to marry Carlos instead—just to disgust him."
"What about Carlos then? Oh right, Carlos is so obedient. Even if you made him the side piece, he'd still agree."
"I'm serious. But until he accepts me, I won't cut ties with Carlos. He's young. If I suddenly pushed him away, he wouldn't be able to take it."
"Sis... do you think Diego might overhear?"
Silence stretched for a long while before Kianna finally answered.
"If he heard us, he'd storm in and slap us both across the face. The fact that he hasn't come means he didn't hear a thing."
I lowered my head, lips curving in amusement, and made a call.
"Come pick me up."
Ten minutes later, a police officer opened the door.
"Diego, your family is here to take you home."
"Thank you." I nodded.
"Just sign here and you're free to go."
On my way out, I passed by their room.
"Family?" Natalia scoffed. "Isn't his only family a paralyzed mother? What, she miraculously cured now?"
"Probably a friend," she replied.
Natalia couldn't resist. She laughed, pushed open the door, and called out sweetly, "Officer, who came to pick up Diego just now?"
