"You've already seen the photos, that's enough to know that it's not an invention" he dared to say scathingly, drawing a Machiavellian smile on his scandalous fuchsia varnished lips.

I covered my face, breathed in and out, I had to calm down, or I was going to leave my place and take her by that thin, pale neck.

“What can be a setup, all in order to ruin my life”

“No, I don't intend to harm anyone, and your life is already a mess. I must admit that the press played the cards very well. But we are not going to deviate from the subject" she launched victoriously.

My blood burned with fury.

“All I want is for you to leave us alone, you're a liar, I don't believe you. Maybe you're pregnant, but by some guy out there, not by Ismail as you claim”

"You haven't told him, have you?" He blurted out with conviction. Then he laughed mischievously. Do it, show him the photos, see if he denies it.

"You're a bitch" I spat hotly, reluctantly leaving my drink payment on the table.

So I left that site