Javier’s POV
I stepped outside to take a big breath. I poured myself a glass of vodka and stepped out onto the balcony to take in the fresh air. I remind myself of why I bore a weight for so long. I burst out laughing. I felt the same way about not saying anything to the person I wanted to protect and not harm. He had been avoiding me all this time because he didn’t want to harm me. To be honest, I expected my friend to turn on me one of these days. But, after all these years, he proved me incorrect. He was still my friend, but because of Sandra, I never told him anything about my personal life. As I heard footsteps coming, I turned. It was Ethan. He was also clutching a tumbler of vodka. He sighed as he stood close to me, inhaling in the same air as me.
“Are you upset with me?” he inquired.
“Are you upset with me?” I inquired about him. He hugged me after looking at me. I returned his embrace.
“I’m sorry, man. I was a moron.” I interrupted him.
“Are you a moron? I should apologize, not you, but you should have told me from the beginning that you knew her. You should’ve informed me she was the Sandra you used to mention, the girl you loved.”
“ Yes, it was my error. I didn’t know either, but it was too late for me to realize, and she continued to play with us. I loved her, but it fed me up with her. I was sick of playing her games. I also stopped speaking to her. She only came to me after you rejected her, as I observed. And when I discovered how she received her roles, I had no choice but to end all connections with her."
“It’s all right, brother. I never expected a woman to play you and me. It’s our fault; we said nothing to each other out of fear of hurting one other. And I’ll be damned if I lose you because of a sloppy woman. Let’s go to my house so you may meet my obstinate fiancée.
Back at the Williams Residence
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