As Olivera sauntered down the dimly lit hallways of Raul's opulent mansion, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Azeera, and Lilian, the servant, walked silently ahead; the first, a shadowy figure escorting her, a stark reminder of the betrayal she had experienced. Her thoughts were consumed by the enigma of Raul's recent actions, leaving her both bewildered and heartbroken.
In the depths of her heart, Olivera had always believed that she meant something special to Raul. Their connection had felt profound, the bond between them undeniable, the sex so meaningful.
The memory of their shared moments of tenderness and intimacy had convinced her that they were meant to be, and so, she had not seen the heartbreak coming. She had thought that sleeping and waking up would lessen the blow, but it didn't, rather it accentuated it.
