The Mother or the Sister?

Mrs. Rodriguez was chatting with Serena. The ghost-devil Carolina's mother, not any less pain in my life than Carolina. A constant reminder of her daughter's existence. The old lady was no better than the daughter who spoilt my life and left with a grave hole in my chest.

'What was she doing with Serena? Were they both playing me? But how does Serena know her?'

Questions after questions spun in my mind, but my feet refused to move ahead. My heart was dreading of what was to unveil and I didn't have any patience to bear Serena's treachery. 'She is no longer mine.'

As I saw Mrs. Rodriguez leaving with a defeated look, I made my way back to the car not wanting Serena to see me or get alerted that I am aware of her deception. 'Enough of the manipulation, Serena Waldorf,' I whispered. Now it was time for her to spill the truth that she has been hiding all this while.

After a few minutes, Serena joined me back in the car, while I gave her a devilish look but clearly my love for her was ove