"Y-Yeah, he is married—"
"See? You know that!" I snapped, my voice rising with fury. "Then why are you still insisting that your friend loves me? He's married!"
"H-Hey, that's not what I meant—"
"Then what are you trying to say? That I should become his mistress now? Is that what you want?" I demanded, eyes narrowing.
"Wait! Yes, he's married, but from what I know… he doesn't even love his wife." Alfonso blurted out.
"Oh, and that's supposed to be my problem now?" I shot back, my voice dripping with disbelief.
"Why should I trust anything you say? For all I know, you're just trying to win me over—to make me drop my guard—so you can help Rome take my child away from me!"
"Hey! We would never do that!" Dave shot back as well.
