I Don't Love You Anymore, Don Vitaly
The night before my engagement, I saw Leo Vitaly in a naked embrace with my best friend, Sophia, at the villa.
I did not cry or create a scene.
Instead, I went crazy as I slept with three of his best buddies.
I left evidence of our lovemaking on the wooden desk of his office, condoms in the passenger seat of his car, and a leather whip in his private wine cellar.
All of this was left behind on purpose to tell him what I did.
When Leo found out about it, all he did was put out the cigar in his hand and made a group call to his buddies.
"You've all slept with her? What did she taste like?"
Taunting laughter was heard from the other end of the call.
"She's pretty flexible in bed."
"Not bad, but she needs to be more adventurous in bed. The minor celebrities I sleep with are better than she is."
"Haven't you given her a taste before by giving her a good lesson, Leo? She's too tight down there."
My meticulously planned revenge was nothing but a joke to him.
Leo had not cared at all.
That night, I broke down.
Leo sent me to the sanatorium after that.
He 'treated' me there for an entire year.