Domingo grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house. He drove like a maniac, disobeying traffic signs, but one thing he couldn’t stop doing was dialing Renata’s number.

He was hoping the video he had watched was just a video-shopped tape, and that the lady wasn’t Renata but someone who looked like her.

She had lied to him.

She had told him she was going to sign some papers to finalize her divorce from Santiago, but she somehow ended up in his bed… naked.

“Fuck!” He punched ...