The light from Renata’s phone illuminated the dark room, casting a warm white glow on her face as her eyes darted across her phone screen.

She held onto the phone tightly, rage knotting in her stomach, the music playing in the background of the video she watched twisted her inside, her face turning red and her knuckles white.

She was alone in the room, under her cold duvet, fighting the cold while Santiago was out at a dinner party with a partnership company.

She knew he was lying when he ...