Betraying Giovanni
We must find out who that baby belongs to.
I pull away from him and guide him to the bed, I tell him to lie down and I spoon him, I did this to him, my betrayal pushed him to this point, all the times he said that he loved me, he meant it but when I stabbed him in the back, it broke him, he probably knew and he let it happen because he knew what it meant to me if I didn’t do my job.
“I don’t blame you, nor do I hate you for what you did, I’m mad yes, very mad,” I say, stroking his curly hair.