#Chapter14
AVOIDING LEANDRO
Diane’s P.O.V.
He was silent for only God knew how long until he finally spoke. /"I also knew your real name, D-Dayanara,/" he confessed without even looking at me. I knew for a fact that he was guilty. It was damn obvious.
That was it. Tears immediately welled up my eyes, but I let out a sardonic chuckle to hide my hurt feelings. The word hurt holds a lot more meaning than its usual definitions, and I was hurt because he lied to me.
All this time, he knew, but he didn’t tell me?
Although I did not reveal my real name, I still stayed true to him for the sake of our friendship. I kept myself cool and empathic, even though I had already predicted that this kind of terrible thing could happen soon. I felt betrayed. I trusted him more than anyone, but I guessed he was not trustworthy enough.
