C14 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