Weeks later, I was sweating my ass off in my apartment. I had no AC and the late August heatwave that had hit Germany had me spending my days mostly naked in my bedroom trying not to melt. It was so hot outside that I even refused to leave the house before it got dark outside. I heard my phone vibrate somewhere next to me on my bed, so I started looking for it with my hand. When I found it, I looked at it and saw a text message from Laura in our group chat. Since I was bored as hell, I opened it. It was multiple pictures and the description said:"Isn't that his ex?" Immediately, I sat up and zoomed in on the photos. Laura was right, these showed Benito and Gabriela getting into a car together.

"Where did you find these?" I texted quickly. I was chewing on my finger nails while I was waiting for a response. Laura was typing and with every second that went by I felt myself get more nervous.

"The article popped up on my For You page." she replied.

"These could be old photos, right?" Carla tried to calm my nerves. She knew exactly how I was reacting to this, even if she wasn't with me.

"Sadly, they were taken yesterday, here in Munich." was what Laura texted back. I felt like the ground underneath me had been ripped from my feet. I knew that Benito was in my city, he had told me that he had wanted to see me before he had to focus on his music again. On that day, he had told me that he had wanted to meet up with a German-Spanish artist but it seemed like he had lied to me. I ignored the heat in my apartment and put on some clothes. Although I hated confrontation, I needed to hear what he had to say about this. As fast as I could, I made my way to my car and started driving. My mind was clouded but I tried to focus on the road. About an hour later, I parked the Audi on the side of the street next to his hotel. My heart was racing as I made my way up the stairs to his room. The walking was clearing my head which is why I had decided against the elevator. I was sweating when I knocked onto his room door. It was yanked opened and I was greeted by a very angry looking Benito. Immediately his face went pale, he had obviously not expected me.

"Hermosa, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice was raspy.

"Were you out with your ex yesterday?" I directly questioned him.

"¿Quién está en la puerta?" (Who's at the door?) I heard coming out of the room. It was a female voice and it didn't sound happy at all.

"Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief. Benito started shaking his head vehemently.

"It's not what it looks like." he replied quickly. They were both wearing clothes and for a second I wanted to believe him but if David could've done this to me why not him too?

"Oh, it's your wife." the woman in the room said when she came to view.

"You said you cut her off." I simply said, stepping back from the door. My head was spinning and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore.

"Cut me off? Sweetie, he could never." the woman told me. She had a smirk on her face. Benito stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, so she wouldn't continue talking to me.

"I did cut her off." he said, trying to touch my hand but I pushed his hand away.

"You didn't. She wouldn't be here if you did." I angrily gave back.

"I did. I needed to sort something out with her because of my house, so I had my lawyer contact her." he explained to me. I didn't believe a single word he was saying, so I continued to step back from him.

"Sabrina, I know how that looks like to you." he said, trying to touch me again. This time I didn't push his hand away, I was unable to move more than my legs. The door behind him opened and Gabriela leaned against the doorframe.

"Cute how you try to convince her. Poor thing thought you could actually stay faithful." she mumbled. Benito turned his head and glared at her.

"What is she talking about?" I questioned him. He looked back at me with a pleading look in his eyes. He was begging me not to listen to her.

"Whatever he does, he always comes back to me, you never had a chance." Gabriela said, her voice poisoning my mind. All I could think about was what he had told me at the Diner. She was his weakness and I had ignored it.

"¡Cállate, Gabriela!" (Shut up, Gabriela!) Benito said loudly directed at his ex.

"¡Vete al infierno!" (Go to hell!) I calmly told him, turned around and started walking towards the elevator.

"Sab!" I heard him call after me followed by fast foot steps. While I was walking, I took the ring off of my finger.

"Shove it down her throat for me, would you?" I said, when I had entered the elevator. I threw it through the closing doors towards him. The last thing I saw before they had closed was how Benito bent down to pick it up.

Although I wanted to isolate myself again, I chose against it and asked the girls to come over. I had curled myself up on my couch, my head in Carla's lap while she was caressing my cheek. Laura was sitting next to her, watching me bawl my eyes out.

"What an absolute asshole." Carla said. She was trying to calm me down. This time it was Laura who wasn't shading Benito, something unusual because she had been the sceptical one from the beginning. When the doorbell rang, she got up from the couch to open it. I only heard muffled voices, then how my door closed and then how Laura came back into the living room.

"Who was that?" I asked with my voice shaking.

"It's him. I told him to wait in the hallway." she said, sitting down next to me. "You let him in?" Carla questioned in disbelief. I looked up at Laura who nodded.

"Why would you do that?" I asked shocked.

"I don't say you have to forgive him but at least listen to him. I don't want you to fall back into the habits you had after David." she explained, causing me to sit up.

"I don't want to listen to him now." I told her and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Please, Sabrina. Carla and I are gonna be in your bedroom." she said, then grabbed Carla by her arm and got up from the couch. The two girls left me sitting there in silence until I heard someone walk into the room.

"Hey." Benito greeted me quietly. He sat down next to me on the couch.

"Explain." I simply told him, putting my knees up to my chest and staring at my black TV screen. I was hoping that this position would help me not cry anymore.

"I should've told you that I had to meet up with her." he began calmly. Benito sighed and I could see in the corner of my eye that he turned his head towards me.

"Why did you meet up?" I questioned.

"I own a house on Puerto Rico that her and I bought. She lives in that house and since I don't need it anymore, I wanted her to buy the half of the house that is legally mine." he explained slowly.

"And that's why she was in your room?" I asked, the doubt in my voice was obvious.

"She refuses to pay the full price, so my lawyer wanted to find a solution. I asked her to see me in my room because I wanted to talk some sense into her but she's so goddamn stubborn." Benito responded.

"You expect me to believe that?" I gave back, starting to chew on my nails again.

"I have never lied to you, Sabrina, I simply forgot to tell you about the meeting because it stressed me out. I cut her off, I'm over her and I don't want anything to do with her other than her buying the house." he said. He sounded devastated and tired. I stayed quiet because I didn't know what to say. A part of me really wanted to believe him but what David had done had left scars on my heart.

"She knows exactly how to manipulate people, it's her way of getting what she wants and it took me way too long to understand that." he continued quietly. I nodded in response but didn't say anything.

"I would never cheat on you, I want you to know that, especially not after seeing how miserable you were." he added, getting up from the couch. For the first time since he had entered my living room, I looked at him. His eyes were filled with sadness. Tears had brimmed up in my own. I could tell that he was fighting the urge to just wrap his arms around me.

"I'll let you make up your mind. If you need anything, just give me a call." he said, before he bent down to me and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I didn't move, just listened to him leave my apartment and when the door closed behind him, I let the tears out.