Reading the conversations between the two, I didn't realize how much time had passed. It was when my mother called me to eat that I could see it was night outside. I hurried more than I could but not too much so as not to give away suspicions to my parents and then I ran to finish my homework. The problem was that I couldn't stay 5 minutes without thinking about Pamela's phone. Unfortunately, I finished when it was time for me to go to sleep but obviously the sleep didn't catch up with me. My curiosity was too much and after an hour moving around in my bed trying to find the right position I decided to finish reading the messages. The day after the supposed we only have to talk, the morning messages began, something that was unusual for them.
-Buen día mi rey
-Buen día nena
-This night I dreamed of you.
-You?
-You know who and his friend from below.
-Haha. You're really a foxy.
-Hihi. Yes, I'm your foxy.
-I like it when you talk to me like that, girl.
-It was clear that the day before things went differently than Pamela wanted, but this didn't seem to bother her.
-You're just arriving and I'm going to suck those tits until you beg for mercy. -I hope so haha. -I want you to hurry up because I already have my cock well set up. -You know I have to take the kid to kindergarten and that faggot won't leave me alone until I say goodbye so he can go to work. Now Pamela calls her husband a faggot, who the day before was proclaiming his love for him. What the old man did to him on the first day had completely changed him. In the end, his true face came out. -That short cock needs more attention than your kid. -I know, if only we had met each other first. -We know each other now, girl. See you. After that, our conversations maintained that tone, with us two talking like two lovers in heat, insulting poor Sergio, planning extra encounters and sending each other photos.
Ha ha, does he know what he's doing? What is he doing? I told him I had a headache and after a while he locked himself in the bathroom again. Ha ha, what an idiot! How long has he been there? He just got here. If I were you, I'd have thrown myself on the bed and opened all your holes. Ha ha, I know. But he knows well that he's not capable. Poor cuck Ha ha. Ha ha, now he's coming out. Has he already come out? He didn't even take a minute. Ha ha, yes, I know. He's always like this. Are you sure he was masturbating? Yes. I heard his labored breathing behind the door. Ha ha, God have mercy on him, how pathetic! I wish I were with you right now. Then I'll come pick you up in my car. Can I? It's 8 o'clock at night. If I say I can, I can. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Okay, he's now in the kitchen. I'm telling him Sofia needs his help and getting ready.
I'm going to cut you in two that thong. -I hope so haha. I felt sorry for Sergio, that man had no idea his beloved wife was cheating on him with an old, fat, disgusting guy and they were both laughing at him while doing it. If only her husband had checked a single message from Sofia, he would have been left with a destroyed mood, but it never happened. Sergio was the type of man who trusted his wife even though she demonstrated obvious infidelity behaviors. Sometimes I found it incredible that Sergio hadn't noticed anything, so I also reviewed his messages with Pamela. -Pamela, where are you? Why don't you answer your cell phone? (Minutes later) -Sorry, Sergio, but I was busy. -Busy doing what? Did you forget you have to pick up Felipe? -No no. I didn't forget. -Then? The school called and said you still haven't picked him up. (Two minutes later) -Pamela!!! -No, I didn't forget. It's just that the bus didn't pass and I'm running late for kindergarten. That's why I'm not responding. -You can't respond but you manage to write on your cell phone? -I'm tired and out of breath. Now I'll take a break to write to you. Now I'll respond, then I have to start running again. (10 minutes later) -Pamela, where are you? Respond to my calls! (5 minutes later) -Sergio, I'm saying I'm running late. -But where are you that the school is calling and says Felipe is crying and asking for you? -I'll be there in a minute -What??? -I said I'll cum. -Arrive* -Hurry up, I don't like it when Felipe cries. Just pick him up and then call me. -No -Why not? -Because the cell phone keyboard doesn't work well and when I was breastfeeding Sofia she told me she couldn't understand what I was saying. -Talking* Poor Sergio, I have to admit that it's difficult for a man in love like him to suspect infidelity from his special partner, especially with a friend named Sofia. There were more messages like this between them, all referring to Sofia. -Treasure. How are you? (No response for two hours) -What do you want, Sergio? -I just wanted to know how you were doing. -I'm tired, happy? -Why are you tired? -I met up with Sofia to go for a run together. -Ah ok. You have to introduce me to Sofia one of these days, Treasure. It seems like she's your new best friend. -I don't think so, Sergio. -Why not? -I think you don't get along well. -What? But you don't even know her. -I talked about you and told her about your jealousy fits yesterday and Sunday with Felipe's teacher. -Pamela, but I already told you that guy was staring at your cleavage. -I didn't see anything, Sergio, you're the only one who's paranoid. -I'm telling you it's true, Treasure. Forgive me ok. I'll try to control myself more. -It's not the first time you've said this. -But you also try not to dress so provocatively. -IS IT MY FAULT NOW? IS IT BETTER IF SERGIO DOESN'T SPEAK TO ME TODAY! -I didn't mean to say that. -Pamela? These last messages were from the previous week. I could clearly see Pamela's manipulation and Sofia's influence over her.
Wow. What's this Pame? -Sorry I didn't mean to send it, just wanted to ask Sofia how I was left. -Well I love it. You look magnificent treasure. -It doesn't matter I won't buy them. -What? Why? -You don't deserve it. -That's enough Pamela, until you're angry with me. I apologized. -See you this afternoon Sergio. I went to review the conversations with Sofia.
What do you think, daddy? -Ugh, you're so delicious girl. -Hehe, thank you. -Which one do you like better? -I really like all three. -But which one should I buy? -Buy them all. We'll have fun tomorrow. -Mmm, yes. Besides, I need more underwear than you break every time. -And does it bother you? -No, it doesn't bother me. But maybe the pepperoncini will find out. First, I sent him photos by mistake. -You know what to say then. And tell me, have you forgiven him yet? -Not yet. But tonight I'll give him a break if he stops throwing tantrums. -The kid who? -It's just that my son gets upset when we argue and always asks us to stop arguing. -Hehe. That brat needs someone to teach him not to throw tantrums. -That's a good boy, Don. -The boy needs to be taught by a real man to learn discipline, not your husband's cuck. -Do I also need discipline, daddy?
Ugh, girl. If you keep sending me these guarantee photos, I'm going to discipline you so much that you won't be able to walk for days. It was too late to continue and although there wasn't much left to finish reading the conversations, I decided to stop. I had to sleep but first I had the idea of making sure I had access to Pamela's Facebook profile to see what was going on at my time since I had to return the cell phone. The next day, barely got out of the bus, sat down in the seat where the happy family sat and discreetly left the cell phone on the seat and changed seats. I waited until the three of them got up and observed. Sergio was the first one to see his wife's cell phone and pointed it out. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Pamela seemed very happy to find it, happy and relieved. Quickly, but as usual, suspicion caught her. Obviously, that bus wasn't the same one we took the day before where the cell phone was forgotten, so Pamela looked around worriedly, looking for the person responsible for this act. I quickly acted like nothing was wrong and started using my cell phone. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me and had gone back to pretending with her family. She knew that anyone who found it could have discovered her secret, which wasn't convenient for her. After school, at home, I locked myself in my room again to continue reading the messages. I got up to the day before, the day Pamela left her cell phone in my hands. There were no messages from old Hari because she had probably told him when they saw each other that same day. When I got home, I started doing my homework but it was hard because I was so distracted. I wanted to keep reading the messages between Pamela and Sofía. When I finally finished, I turned on my computer and went to Pamela's Facebook profile to continue reading. The beautiful Pamela had started talking to him again as if nothing had happened, and this time he sent her a video, the same video he made when I saw them for the first time in his office.
Don hadn't realized you had filmed me. -Yes, I did it, honey. I wanted to show my friends what kind of slut I'm falling for. Haha. What do you think? -The video is good but I don't know Don. And if someone makes it public? -Don't worry, honey. They'll only see it from my videocamera. -Then it's okay. -Very well, the guy needs to see how a real man fucks. -Who? Not for your friends. -If it's for them, I was wrong to write. Pamela didn't seem to care much about that error of writing but I think the old man had other plans in mind besides what he said. It was hard for me to keep reading that tragedy but at the same time, I had a curiosity that I couldn't explain wanting to know everything those two sons of sluts were doing behind their families' backs. It was like when I watched a horror movie: knowing you're going to scare yourself, knowing you'll want to turn off the TV in the middle of the movie or cover your eyes with your hands but at the same time desiring that experience, which by logic you shouldn't desire. Neither now does it make much sense to me but the next day I did the same thing. Pamela and her family seemed happy as always, school boring as always and on the way home I was anxious to see what the two lovers were saying. After my homework, I read the conversations from that same day. It was already routine for Pamela to accompany her son to school and then go fuck with the old man, just like the conversations afterwards. -I think I need to change my pants when I get home. I'm full of cum. -It's always better to have a full stomach than an empty one, honey. -Haha. You're tremendous. -I know. -I have to wash my clothes first before my cuck returns. -He wouldn't notice anything, he's too stupid. -Yes, sometimes I think maybe he knows about us but doesn't say anything. -And you'd like that? -What? -To know that I'm fucking your beautiful wife. -No, no. I don't want her to suffer but at the same time it would all be easier. If you want I'll come to your house at night and screw him in front of him. -Haha. Don't make those jokes. -Why not. You know if I wanted to, I could do it. -Don't talk like that, I'm already soaked down there. -Then you'd like me to do it! -No, no way. I want to keep screwing without having to worry about anything else. -Good, this weekend we'll have your house all to ourselves? -Yes, it is. -Then get ready because I'm going to give you a weekend that neither you nor your body will be able to forget. The two lovers planned to spend the whole weekend together? Probably Sergio would be out of the house for work, there was no other explanation. Poor Felipe. He hated the idea of them doing what they were doing while his son was in the house, in the same house that poor Sergio paid for, because from what he saw she didn't have a job if not being a mother. Something was failing terribly. I wanted to tell everything, but I didn't know when, who or why. I couldn't deny that being the spectator of that perverse novel liked me more than I wanted to admit, but at the same time I felt guilty for participating in that secret. I couldn't say it to my father or mother or other people because I would have had to explain how I found out about that scandal and I didn't know when to do what wasn't sure if I was going to do it, the day after, the week after, the year after, before dying. The conflict in me was undeniable but at the end I asked myself who I wanted to be, Sergio's innocent husband or Felipe, the poor boy who would stay for at least two days in a house where his mother was cheating on his father with the most horrible of subjects. I was decided. I had to save Sergio or at least Felipe before he understood what his mother was really doing. The most important thing was to do it first this weekend, before he got traumatized for life. I need to talk to someone who will '... He will avoid having to face the problem personally. My father seemed like a good idea to me. He seemed like an active person for this task and being a man, he would probably have understood my instinct to do justice for Sergio. So I went to the lawyer where I was watching TV while my mother was cooking dinner.
'Papá…'
'Dime hijo.'
'Te puedo hacer una pregunta?'
'Si, ya la hiciste Jaja. Típica broma de padre, but humor wasn't helping me at that moment.
'-Es en serio papá.'
'Bueno... dime.'
'Tu... tu que harías si supieras que two people were doing something they shouldn't be doing.'
'Tienes que ser más específico hijo.'
'Si... em... if you knew that two people had done something wrong, something immoral, something that would hurt another person or others... you would have the moral obligation to tell them the truth. My father looked at me without saying anything.
'-Tu crees que sea justo hacerlo? Contar lo que sabes aunque sí podría causar mucho dolor a alguien?'
'Hijo pero de qué hablas?'
'Emm... I don't know how to say it. If two people swear eternal love and then one of those people gets with another person and do something they shouldn't, many times, without caring who gets hurt... they should know? I mean, the people who could get hurt because of that, should know? My father started looking at me weirdly, like he was nervous or scared. He didn't know which one it was. He started sweating on his forehead, swallowed saliva and began to breathe harder.
'-Hi... hijo... estás hablando... estás hablando de tu mamá? Quieres decirme algo sobre tu mamá?'
'What? No, no, no. Why would I have to talk about mom? It's not her.'
'AAAAJ… Dios mio, hijo. I was having a heart attack. But who the hell are you talking about? My father thought I was talking about him and my mother. Poor guy. She never would do something like that. He got worried for nothing.
'Emm... Well... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't know them.'
'Mejor, mejor. Then tell me who they are?'
'Emm... son... son... son my schoolmates.'
'Tus compañeros?'
'Si... because I saw a girl from my class that' He was kissing another guy from my class... and that's it. Both of them already have a partner, they're boyfriends with others. -Ah ok. And what was that about swearing eternal love? -Ah yeah, nothing... it's just that... two of them were really in love and swore eternal love in front of everyone. Something like a marriage, haha. How silly is that? -Hahaha, son, stay calm. You don't need to get involved in those things. You're young, things like that aren't that important. You'll understand when you're older, but the most important thing is not to get involved for any reason. It's not your girlfriend who's cheating on you? -Hahaha... no dad... I wasn't talking about my girlfriend. My father's words managed to calm me down in that moment and for a small instant the weight of that decision didn't bother me anymore. -Hahaha, okay, good, son. I thought you were talking about someone married. -Emm... and if they're married what? -If they're married it's another thing, especially if there are kids involved. You know what your mom says? Marriage is sacred. I went back to the situation from before. My moral dilemma was still bothering me and talking to my father again didn't make sense after all that misunderstanding, I didn't want to try to explain what I really meant. Continues with the final chapter
-Buen día mi rey
-Buen día nena
-This night I dreamed of you.
-You?
-You know who and his friend from below.
-Haha. You're really a foxy.
-Hihi. Yes, I'm your foxy.
-I like it when you talk to me like that, girl.
-It was clear that the day before things went differently than Pamela wanted, but this didn't seem to bother her.
-You're just arriving and I'm going to suck those tits until you beg for mercy. -I hope so haha. -I want you to hurry up because I already have my cock well set up. -You know I have to take the kid to kindergarten and that faggot won't leave me alone until I say goodbye so he can go to work. Now Pamela calls her husband a faggot, who the day before was proclaiming his love for him. What the old man did to him on the first day had completely changed him. In the end, his true face came out. -That short cock needs more attention than your kid. -I know, if only we had met each other first. -We know each other now, girl. See you. After that, our conversations maintained that tone, with us two talking like two lovers in heat, insulting poor Sergio, planning extra encounters and sending each other photos.Ha ha, does he know what he's doing? What is he doing? I told him I had a headache and after a while he locked himself in the bathroom again. Ha ha, what an idiot! How long has he been there? He just got here. If I were you, I'd have thrown myself on the bed and opened all your holes. Ha ha, I know. But he knows well that he's not capable. Poor cuck Ha ha. Ha ha, now he's coming out. Has he already come out? He didn't even take a minute. Ha ha, yes, I know. He's always like this. Are you sure he was masturbating? Yes. I heard his labored breathing behind the door. Ha ha, God have mercy on him, how pathetic! I wish I were with you right now. Then I'll come pick you up in my car. Can I? It's 8 o'clock at night. If I say I can, I can. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Okay, he's now in the kitchen. I'm telling him Sofia needs his help and getting ready.I'm going to cut you in two that thong. -I hope so haha. I felt sorry for Sergio, that man had no idea his beloved wife was cheating on him with an old, fat, disgusting guy and they were both laughing at him while doing it. If only her husband had checked a single message from Sofia, he would have been left with a destroyed mood, but it never happened. Sergio was the type of man who trusted his wife even though she demonstrated obvious infidelity behaviors. Sometimes I found it incredible that Sergio hadn't noticed anything, so I also reviewed his messages with Pamela. -Pamela, where are you? Why don't you answer your cell phone? (Minutes later) -Sorry, Sergio, but I was busy. -Busy doing what? Did you forget you have to pick up Felipe? -No no. I didn't forget. -Then? The school called and said you still haven't picked him up. (Two minutes later) -Pamela!!! -No, I didn't forget. It's just that the bus didn't pass and I'm running late for kindergarten. That's why I'm not responding. -You can't respond but you manage to write on your cell phone? -I'm tired and out of breath. Now I'll take a break to write to you. Now I'll respond, then I have to start running again. (10 minutes later) -Pamela, where are you? Respond to my calls! (5 minutes later) -Sergio, I'm saying I'm running late. -But where are you that the school is calling and says Felipe is crying and asking for you? -I'll be there in a minute -What??? -I said I'll cum. -Arrive* -Hurry up, I don't like it when Felipe cries. Just pick him up and then call me. -No -Why not? -Because the cell phone keyboard doesn't work well and when I was breastfeeding Sofia she told me she couldn't understand what I was saying. -Talking* Poor Sergio, I have to admit that it's difficult for a man in love like him to suspect infidelity from his special partner, especially with a friend named Sofia. There were more messages like this between them, all referring to Sofia. -Treasure. How are you? (No response for two hours) -What do you want, Sergio? -I just wanted to know how you were doing. -I'm tired, happy? -Why are you tired? -I met up with Sofia to go for a run together. -Ah ok. You have to introduce me to Sofia one of these days, Treasure. It seems like she's your new best friend. -I don't think so, Sergio. -Why not? -I think you don't get along well. -What? But you don't even know her. -I talked about you and told her about your jealousy fits yesterday and Sunday with Felipe's teacher. -Pamela, but I already told you that guy was staring at your cleavage. -I didn't see anything, Sergio, you're the only one who's paranoid. -I'm telling you it's true, Treasure. Forgive me ok. I'll try to control myself more. -It's not the first time you've said this. -But you also try not to dress so provocatively. -IS IT MY FAULT NOW? IS IT BETTER IF SERGIO DOESN'T SPEAK TO ME TODAY! -I didn't mean to say that. -Pamela? These last messages were from the previous week. I could clearly see Pamela's manipulation and Sofia's influence over her.Wow. What's this Pame? -Sorry I didn't mean to send it, just wanted to ask Sofia how I was left. -Well I love it. You look magnificent treasure. -It doesn't matter I won't buy them. -What? Why? -You don't deserve it. -That's enough Pamela, until you're angry with me. I apologized. -See you this afternoon Sergio. I went to review the conversations with Sofia.What do you think, daddy? -Ugh, you're so delicious girl. -Hehe, thank you. -Which one do you like better? -I really like all three. -But which one should I buy? -Buy them all. We'll have fun tomorrow. -Mmm, yes. Besides, I need more underwear than you break every time. -And does it bother you? -No, it doesn't bother me. But maybe the pepperoncini will find out. First, I sent him photos by mistake. -You know what to say then. And tell me, have you forgiven him yet? -Not yet. But tonight I'll give him a break if he stops throwing tantrums. -The kid who? -It's just that my son gets upset when we argue and always asks us to stop arguing. -Hehe. That brat needs someone to teach him not to throw tantrums. -That's a good boy, Don. -The boy needs to be taught by a real man to learn discipline, not your husband's cuck. -Do I also need discipline, daddy?Ugh, girl. If you keep sending me these guarantee photos, I'm going to discipline you so much that you won't be able to walk for days. It was too late to continue and although there wasn't much left to finish reading the conversations, I decided to stop. I had to sleep but first I had the idea of making sure I had access to Pamela's Facebook profile to see what was going on at my time since I had to return the cell phone. The next day, barely got out of the bus, sat down in the seat where the happy family sat and discreetly left the cell phone on the seat and changed seats. I waited until the three of them got up and observed. Sergio was the first one to see his wife's cell phone and pointed it out. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Pamela seemed very happy to find it, happy and relieved. Quickly, but as usual, suspicion caught her. Obviously, that bus wasn't the same one we took the day before where the cell phone was forgotten, so Pamela looked around worriedly, looking for the person responsible for this act. I quickly acted like nothing was wrong and started using my cell phone. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me and had gone back to pretending with her family. She knew that anyone who found it could have discovered her secret, which wasn't convenient for her. After school, at home, I locked myself in my room again to continue reading the messages. I got up to the day before, the day Pamela left her cell phone in my hands. There were no messages from old Hari because she had probably told him when they saw each other that same day. When I got home, I started doing my homework but it was hard because I was so distracted. I wanted to keep reading the messages between Pamela and Sofía. When I finally finished, I turned on my computer and went to Pamela's Facebook profile to continue reading. The beautiful Pamela had started talking to him again as if nothing had happened, and this time he sent her a video, the same video he made when I saw them for the first time in his office.Don hadn't realized you had filmed me. -Yes, I did it, honey. I wanted to show my friends what kind of slut I'm falling for. Haha. What do you think? -The video is good but I don't know Don. And if someone makes it public? -Don't worry, honey. They'll only see it from my videocamera. -Then it's okay. -Very well, the guy needs to see how a real man fucks. -Who? Not for your friends. -If it's for them, I was wrong to write. Pamela didn't seem to care much about that error of writing but I think the old man had other plans in mind besides what he said. It was hard for me to keep reading that tragedy but at the same time, I had a curiosity that I couldn't explain wanting to know everything those two sons of sluts were doing behind their families' backs. It was like when I watched a horror movie: knowing you're going to scare yourself, knowing you'll want to turn off the TV in the middle of the movie or cover your eyes with your hands but at the same time desiring that experience, which by logic you shouldn't desire. Neither now does it make much sense to me but the next day I did the same thing. Pamela and her family seemed happy as always, school boring as always and on the way home I was anxious to see what the two lovers were saying. After my homework, I read the conversations from that same day. It was already routine for Pamela to accompany her son to school and then go fuck with the old man, just like the conversations afterwards. -I think I need to change my pants when I get home. I'm full of cum. -It's always better to have a full stomach than an empty one, honey. -Haha. You're tremendous. -I know. -I have to wash my clothes first before my cuck returns. -He wouldn't notice anything, he's too stupid. -Yes, sometimes I think maybe he knows about us but doesn't say anything. -And you'd like that? -What? -To know that I'm fucking your beautiful wife. -No, no. I don't want her to suffer but at the same time it would all be easier. If you want I'll come to your house at night and screw him in front of him. -Haha. Don't make those jokes. -Why not. You know if I wanted to, I could do it. -Don't talk like that, I'm already soaked down there. -Then you'd like me to do it! -No, no way. I want to keep screwing without having to worry about anything else. -Good, this weekend we'll have your house all to ourselves? -Yes, it is. -Then get ready because I'm going to give you a weekend that neither you nor your body will be able to forget. The two lovers planned to spend the whole weekend together? Probably Sergio would be out of the house for work, there was no other explanation. Poor Felipe. He hated the idea of them doing what they were doing while his son was in the house, in the same house that poor Sergio paid for, because from what he saw she didn't have a job if not being a mother. Something was failing terribly. I wanted to tell everything, but I didn't know when, who or why. I couldn't deny that being the spectator of that perverse novel liked me more than I wanted to admit, but at the same time I felt guilty for participating in that secret. I couldn't say it to my father or mother or other people because I would have had to explain how I found out about that scandal and I didn't know when to do what wasn't sure if I was going to do it, the day after, the week after, the year after, before dying. The conflict in me was undeniable but at the end I asked myself who I wanted to be, Sergio's innocent husband or Felipe, the poor boy who would stay for at least two days in a house where his mother was cheating on his father with the most horrible of subjects. I was decided. I had to save Sergio or at least Felipe before he understood what his mother was really doing. The most important thing was to do it first this weekend, before he got traumatized for life. I need to talk to someone who will '... He will avoid having to face the problem personally. My father seemed like a good idea to me. He seemed like an active person for this task and being a man, he would probably have understood my instinct to do justice for Sergio. So I went to the lawyer where I was watching TV while my mother was cooking dinner.'Papá…'
'Dime hijo.'
'Te puedo hacer una pregunta?'
'Si, ya la hiciste Jaja. Típica broma de padre, but humor wasn't helping me at that moment.
'-Es en serio papá.'
'Bueno... dime.'
'Tu... tu que harías si supieras que two people were doing something they shouldn't be doing.'
'Tienes que ser más específico hijo.'
'Si... em... if you knew that two people had done something wrong, something immoral, something that would hurt another person or others... you would have the moral obligation to tell them the truth. My father looked at me without saying anything.
'-Tu crees que sea justo hacerlo? Contar lo que sabes aunque sí podría causar mucho dolor a alguien?'
'Hijo pero de qué hablas?'
'Emm... I don't know how to say it. If two people swear eternal love and then one of those people gets with another person and do something they shouldn't, many times, without caring who gets hurt... they should know? I mean, the people who could get hurt because of that, should know? My father started looking at me weirdly, like he was nervous or scared. He didn't know which one it was. He started sweating on his forehead, swallowed saliva and began to breathe harder.
'-Hi... hijo... estás hablando... estás hablando de tu mamá? Quieres decirme algo sobre tu mamá?'
'What? No, no, no. Why would I have to talk about mom? It's not her.'
'AAAAJ… Dios mio, hijo. I was having a heart attack. But who the hell are you talking about? My father thought I was talking about him and my mother. Poor guy. She never would do something like that. He got worried for nothing.
'Emm... Well... It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't know them.'
'Mejor, mejor. Then tell me who they are?'
'Emm... son... son... son my schoolmates.'
'Tus compañeros?'
'Si... because I saw a girl from my class that' He was kissing another guy from my class... and that's it. Both of them already have a partner, they're boyfriends with others. -Ah ok. And what was that about swearing eternal love? -Ah yeah, nothing... it's just that... two of them were really in love and swore eternal love in front of everyone. Something like a marriage, haha. How silly is that? -Hahaha, son, stay calm. You don't need to get involved in those things. You're young, things like that aren't that important. You'll understand when you're older, but the most important thing is not to get involved for any reason. It's not your girlfriend who's cheating on you? -Hahaha... no dad... I wasn't talking about my girlfriend. My father's words managed to calm me down in that moment and for a small instant the weight of that decision didn't bother me anymore. -Hahaha, okay, good, son. I thought you were talking about someone married. -Emm... and if they're married what? -If they're married it's another thing, especially if there are kids involved. You know what your mom says? Marriage is sacred. I went back to the situation from before. My moral dilemma was still bothering me and talking to my father again didn't make sense after all that misunderstanding, I didn't want to try to explain what I really meant. Continues with the final chapter
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